Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.",“You two idiots, take me to the vet!” Martin swore, snatching the paper bag without ceremony.,After Martin finished eating the bread and fried chicken, his stomach was filled with food, and his legs didn't seem to hurt anymore.。