"So, what do we do now?" Jones widened his eyes.
"I realized this place doesn't seem very suitable for doing business."
"You're just now realizing this place isn't suitable for doing business?"
"How about coming to my place instead?"
"Your place?"
"Yes, my place."
Jones thought about the tiny house he had seen when they arrived, nodded heavily, and said, "Alright."
...
About half an hour later, in an open underground space.
Jones felt his heart almost leap out of his chest. His eyes were wide, and red veins spread across them.
Dora was covering her nose, clearly troubled by the pungent smell in the air.
As for Gula, he just stood there, grinning widely at Jones, revealing a mouthful of crooked teeth.
