After tossing a roll of duct tape to the side, Luis shut the trunk to his Dodge Challenger. He smacked the top of the trunk a few times.
"I'm on the highway to hell! On the hiiiiighway to heeeell!" The High Octane paused as Axel gave him a blank stare.
"What?! It's Mexico, nobody is going to come looking for the pissant. No one cares."
The Atomic Monster motioned to the trunk.
"I don't know, man! Maybe we'll drive him out to the desert and dig a big hole. Or-" Luis slapped his hand into his palm a few times.
"Someone would pay top dollar for a few...ahem.. internal assets."
Axel gave a shrug.
"Yeah... who knows what strain of super AIDS he might be carrying." Luis rubbed his chin for a moment.
"Bahhh, Cyrus was always the thinker. I'm just the face, the talent, and draw. I'll tell you what though: a couple of beers and I'm sure we can come up with a few fun ideas."
With a point, the Atomic Monster gave his friend a nod.
"Aight, but you're buying this time, bro-migo!" Luis slapped the trunk again. "Keep quiet in there and we might get you a Slim Jim!"