Carlos chuckled. “If we ever get the opportunity, I promise I’ll show you how to eat it. Like I said, there’s a trick to it. You have to grab them behind their head and keep that grip.“
“Well, I’ve got your phone number, if I ever make it over to the states, I’ll have to give ya a ring so we can get together and you can show me all the great American magic shit ya got over there.”
Carlos smiled. “Absolutely,” he said. “You are welcome to ‘ring’ me whenever, Hancock. On the phone, that is.. heheh.” Okay, that was a terrible joke. Hancock probably didn’t even get it.
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