C42 Rebellion

“Argh! Crap.” Amir groans, bending down to tie his shoes for the twelfth time.

“Can we change the command? I’m getting really fucking tired of tying and untying my shoes.”

Millan snorts remembering how many times he’d done the exact same thing years ago.

“Sure. How about picking up a stick?”

Amir nods, “As long as it has nothing to do with tying laces anymore.”

“Okay with you