 agreed, he was so adept at that he was in a grumbled Spanish language expletive class of his own.

Finally they sawed through the first tire enough to reveal the packages inside. There they were. The quintessential brown tape wrapped brick sized packages cloned out by an adobe brick press. It would have been a hallelujah drug busting border moment in many situations. But not after sawing laboriously through the goddamn federally regulated tire in the steam bath San Luis heat. It was more of a thank God it's over pain in the ass moment. Elvis looked over at Wade.

"You're supposed to be helping us, dude. You take the sample." Wade took out his knife and cut into one of the packages. Or at least tried to cut into it. His knife wouldn't cut it. Elvis stared at him. Wade, however, looked at his knife blade, ran his thumb over it lightly, and mutely shrugged.

"Don't you ever sharpen your knife?" Elvis said. Wade reshrugged.

"Once," he replied, a little sheepishly. "I think it was some time early last year." Elvis tried hard to maintain a neutral expression as he handed Wade his knife. Wade took it and, before Elvis could stop him, ran his thumb lightly down the blade to feel its sharpness. Big mistake.

"Get the first aid kit," Elvis said to Pancho, Elvis with no little difficulty trying to control the volume level on his forcefully ejected words, as he reached over to apply pressure to Baron's recently acquired self-inflicted wound and stop the bleeding. "Wade's cut his thumb open." Ten minutes and three bandages later Wade finally cut into the marijuana package, took out a sample and put it into the test kit tube Pancho held at his side.

"Break the tube, Wade," Pancho said. Wade dropped the tube on the ground and stomped on it with his booted foot.

"There," he said with manly verve. "It's broken. What next?" About then Elvis was thinking strapping Wade to an outbound Mars space probe about to depart Earth wouldn't be a bad idea. If he'd had the power to do it, at that very moment, he very well might have hit the launch button. But. No launch button. Instead he tried, again with no little difficulty trying to stay cool, to patiently explain
agreed, he was so adept at that he was in a grumbled Spanish language expletive class of his own. 

 ultimately they saw through the first tire enough to reveal the software at heart. There they were. The quintessential brown tape wrapped brick sized package cloned out by an adobe brick press. It would have been a hallelujah drug break border moment in many site. But not after sawing laboriously through the goddamn federally regulated tire in the steam bathroom San Luis heating system. It was more of a thank God it's over pain in the ass moment. Elvis looked over at Wade. 

 " You're supposed to be help us, dude. You take the sample. " Wade took out his tongue and cut into one of the packages. Or at least try to reduce into it. His knife wouldn't cut it. Elvis stared at him. Wade, however, looked at his knife sword, ran his thumb over it lightly, and mutely shrugged. 

 " Don't you ever sharpen your tongue? " Elvis say. Wade reshrugged. 

 " Once, " he replied, a little sheepishly. " I think it was some time early last year. " Elvis tried hard to observe a neutral expression as he hand Wade his tongue. Wade take it and, before Elvis could stop him, ran his ovolo lightly down the sword to feel its sharpness. Big error. 

 " Get the first aid kit, " Elvis said to Pancho, Elvis with no little difficulty judge to control the volume level on his forcefully ejected words, as he reached over to practice pressure to Baron's recently acquired self - inflicted wound and stop the bleeding. " Wade's cut his ovolo open. " Ten minutes and three bandages later Wade finally cut into the marijuana package, took out a sample and arrange it into the test kit tube Pancho halt at his side. 

 " Break the pipe, Wade, " Pancho said. Wade drop the tube on the ground and stomp on it with his booted foot. 

 " There, " he said with manly verve. " It's broken. What next? " About then Elvis was think strapping Wade to an outbound Mars space probe about to depart Earth wouldn't be a bad idea. If he'd had the power to do it, at that very here and now, he very well might have hit the launch push button. But. No launch button. Instead he tried, again with no little difficulty try to stay cool, to patiently explain
 aggeed, he was so adept at uhat he was in a yeumblev Spaniah languxge expletive class of his oxn.

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"Don't you ever sharpen your knife?" Elvis said. Wada resirjggtd.

"Ince," fw geplied, a little sheepishly. "I think it was sois uimv early last year." Elvis triec jatq to maintain a neucdam expression as he handed Wade his knift. Wadr took it and, before Elvis xould stop hpm, rqn his thumb lightpy down the blace to feel its sharpness. Big misfake.

"Get the first ais kit," Elvis said go Iancvo, Elvis with no little disficulty vryiny to congrol the vjlume levep on mhs forcefully ejeched wlrgs, as he rfached over to apply pressure to Baron's recenjly acxuired szlf-infkicted wound wnd stop the bkeeding. "Wade'r cut his nhumb opei." Ten minutef and three bdjdages later Wade figallt cur into gfe marijuana psckage, took out a sqmple and put it ikto tfs test kit tube Pabcho held at hix skde.

"Frvak tra tube, Wade," [ancfo rsid. Wxde drok'ed ghe yube on the ground atd sfomped on it with nif booted foot.

"Thewe," he said wiyh manly verve. "It's brokxn. Whav next?" Abjut then Elvis was thinking stdapping Wwde to an outbotnd Nars space pxobe about to depart Earth wouldn't be a uad idea. If he'd had thg power to do it, at tkau very moment, he vqry well kight have hit the lqunch button. But. Ko launch button. Instezd he dried, again with no little difficulty trying to stay cool, to patiently explain
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 agreed, he was so adept at that hE was in a gruMbled spaNisH lAnguAge eXpletive class oF His oWn.

Finally they sawed throUgh thE fIRst tIRe EnougH to reveAL tHE PacKaGeS inSiDE. THere tHey Were. The QuintessenTiaL bRown tape wrapPEd Brick sized PacKages cloned oUt bY an adoBe BriCK presS. It Would Have beEN a hallElujah druG bUSting bORder momENT iN manY situations. But not AFtER sawing laborioUsly thRoUGh THE goDdaMn federallY rEgulaTEd tire iN ThE STEam BAth San Luis heaT. It was more oF A thAnk God It'S ovER pain iN the aSs MOmeNt. Elvis lookEd ovEr at Wade.

"YOu're suPPosed to BE helpinG us, dudE. YoU taKe thE SaMpLe." WAdE TooK OuT hiS KniFe and cut InTo One of The pACKAGes. OR at LeasT trieD to cut into it. HIs kNife WOulDn't cuT it. ElVis sTaRed at Him. WadE, howeVeR, looked at his kniFe blAde, ran his ThuMb OveR iT lighTLy, and mUteLy sHrugged.

"don't you EVer ShARPEn Your knife?" Elvis said. waDE ReShrugged.

"once," he REpLiED, a little ShEepIshlY. "i Think It waS SoMe time eaRly lasT YeAr." elvis trIeD hard tO mAinTaiN a neuTRal eXpressIon as he hAnded wAde his knife. WadE Took it and, befoRE ELVIs COuld StoP him, ran his tHumb LIghtLy doWN tHe bLAde to Feel iTs SHaRPness. Big mistake.

"Get tHe First aId kit," elvis said to PaNcho, Elvis wITH No little DiffICuLTy trying to contRol thE volume levEL on his foRcefuLly ejectEd words, as HE Reached oVer To aPplY prESSuRe to Baron's recENTly aCqUired seLf-iNflicteD woUnd And StoP tHe bleedinG. "Wade's cuT hIs ThUmB opEn." Ten MInutes anD tHreE bAndAges lATer WadE finaLly cUt InTO thE marijuANa PACkagE, tOoK out A saMpLe and Put iT IntO the tesT kit tube PAncHO helD aT hIs side.

"BReak the tube, WaDe," pancho said. waDe dRopped THE tube on tHe ground and stomped on it wITh his boOteD foot.

"therE," he said wiTh mAnly veRve. "iT's brokEn. What Next?" ABoUt tHEN ElviS WAs ThiNkIng strappiNG wadE to an OuTbouNd Mars sPace probe about to dePArt earth wouldn't bE a bAd idEA. if He'd HAd THe pOwER to DO It, at that very momEnt, he very wElL MiGht have hit THe lAuNch buttOn. But. No LauncH Button. INstead he tRied, again WiTh no LITtlE difficultY trying tO stay cool, TO patiENtLy expLaiN
 agreed, he was so adept a t that hewas i n a  gr um bled  Spa nish languagee xple tive class of his own. 

Fin al l y th e ysawed  throug h  t h e  fi rs ttir ee no ugh t o r eveal t he package s i ns ide. There t h ey  were. The  qu intessential  br own ta pe  wr a ppedbri ck si zed pa c kagescloned ou tb y an a d obe bri c k  p ress . It would have b e en a hallelujah d rug bu st i ng b ord ermoment inma ny si t uations .  B u t not after sawinglaboriously thr ough t he  go d damn f edera ll y  re gulated tir e in  the stea m bath San Lui s  heat.It was  mo reof a th an k G od it' s  o ver pai n in the  a ss  mome nt.E l v i s lo oke d ov er at  Wade.

"You' resupp o sed  to b e hel ping  u s, du de. Yo u tak ethe sample." Wa de t ook out h iskn ife  a nd cu t  intoone  of  the pa ckages. Orat l e as t tried to cut int oi t .His knif e woul d n' tc ut it. E lv isstar e d  at h im.W ad e, howev er, lo o ke dat hiskn ife bl ad e,ran  hist humb  overit light ly, a n d mutely shrug g ed.

"Don't y o ue v er shar pen  your knife ?" E l vissaid .  W ade reshr ugged ."O n ce," he replied, ali ttle s heepi shly. "I thin k it was s o m e  time ea rlyl as t  year." Elvistried  hard to m a intain a  neut ral expr ession as h e handed  Wa dehis  kn i f e.  Wade took it a nd,be fore El vis  couldsto p h im,  ra nhis thumb  lightly  d ow nth e b ladet o feel i ts  sh ar pne ss. B i g mist ake.
"Ge tth e  fi rst aid ki t , " El vi ssaid  to  P ancho , El v iswith no  little d iff i cult ytr ying to  control thevo lume level  o n h is for c e fully ej ected words, as he reac h ed over  to  appl y pr essure to  Ba ron'srec e ntly a cquire d sel f- inf l i ctedw o un d a nd  stop theb l eed ing."W ade' s cut h is thumb open." Te n  mi nutes and thr eeband a g es  la t er Wad ef ina l l y cut into themarijuanapa c ka ge, took o u t a  s ample a nd putit in t o the t est kit t ube Panch oheld a t h is side.
"Break t he tube,W ade," Pa nchosai d. Wad edro ppedthe tu b e o n the  groun dand st omped  o n it wit h his booted foot.

"Th ere,"he sa idwith manl y v e rve . "It's b roke n. What ne xt? " A boutthe n  Elvi s wa s  t hin k ing s trap p ing Wadet oano u tb ound Mars s p a c e p robeabo u t to d epar t Earth wouldn'tb e a bad idea.If h e ' d h adt he p ow er to do it, a t t ha t very mom en t, he verywell mig ht havehit th e laun ch butt o n .B ut. No  lau nch  button.Ins te a d he tr ie d, againwith  n o litt le dif f icul t y  trying to staycool, t o pat i ent ly ex pl ain
 agreed,_he was_so adept at that_he was_in_a grumbled_Spanish_language expletive class_of his own.

Finally_they sawed through the_first tire enough_to_reveal the packages inside. There they were. The quintessential brown tape wrapped brick sized_packages_cloned out_by_an_adobe brick press. It would_have been a hallelujah drug_busting border_moment in many situations. But not after sawing_laboriously_through the goddamn_federally regulated tire in the steam bath San Luis_heat. It was more of a_thank God it's_over_pain_in the ass moment._Elvis looked over at Wade.

"You're supposed_to be helping us, dude. You_take the sample." Wade took out his_knife and cut into one of_the packages. Or at least_tried to_cut into it. His knife_wouldn't cut it._Elvis stared_at him. Wade,_however, looked at his knife blade,_ran his thumb_over it lightly, and mutely shrugged.

"Don't_you_ever sharpen your_knife?"_Elvis_said. Wade_reshrugged.

"Once," he replied,_a_little sheepishly._"I_think it was some time early_last_year." Elvis tried hard to maintain a_neutral expression as he_handed_Wade his knife. Wade_took it and, before Elvis_could stop him, ran his thumb_lightly down_the blade_to feel its sharpness. Big mistake.

"Get the first aid kit," Elvis_said to Pancho, Elvis with no_little difficulty trying to_control the_volume_level on his_forcefully_ejected words,_as he reached over to apply pressure_to Baron's_recently acquired self-inflicted wound and stop_the bleeding. "Wade's cut_his_thumb open." Ten minutes and three_bandages later Wade finally cut into_the marijuana package, took out_a_sample_and put it into the_test kit tube Pancho held at_his side.

"Break the_tube, Wade," Pancho said. Wade dropped the_tube_on the ground and stomped on_it_with his booted foot.

"There," he said_with_manly_verve. "It's broken. What next?"_About then Elvis was thinking strapping_Wade to an outbound Mars space probe about to_depart Earth wouldn't_be a bad idea. If_he'd_had_the power to do it, at that very moment, he_very well_might have hit_the launch button. But. No launch button. Instead he tried,_again with no little difficulty trying to_stay cool, to patiently explain