By the time Polystar returned to the cell, Vass had gotten himself together.
However, Polystar burst into the cell vomiting.
"Dude!" Vass raised his legs from the ground angrily. "What the heck is wrong with you, four eyes?"
Polystar did not answer.
He could not answer.
How was he going to say that his curiosity had made him taste a booger off the wall?
Just the mere thought of it made him throw up again.
This was a shame to his noble person.
A disgrace.
Even worse, he could not talk about it.
A shame he would forever carry to his grave.
If he ever saw Tommy again, he would make the bald boy pay—he swore this in his heart.
"Did you get it?" Vass asked.
Polystar did not answer, simply pressing a button on his wristwatch as he wiped his mouth with the other hand.
Vass got the message.
He was surprised to see the image on the wall.
He frowned. "What does it mean? And was this written in Booger!?
"You didn't touch it—did you!?"
