"Right," Felix replied, as if he should have expected as much. He realized then that he was the only person without a literal weapon, unless you counted the molotovs. With that in mind he moved to the counter to grab the bottles that had screw on lids that could be stored without making a mess, of which there were three that he could immediately see. Did gas eat through bottles? Or lids? If it ate through metal then gas tanks would be fucked, right? Maybe there were still torches outside.
Mads would have loved this shit.
"Yeah, well, it also kind of depends on how they're counting to two," he replied, starting to rummage around to look for a funnel. "Two as in fucked up mama and baby? Or two as in two mamas with two babies hitching on? Because that would mean technically two, but actually four. Which, fuck that shit." He glanced over his shoulder at Edwin again, frowning thoughtfully. "Did you see the gas out there still?"