NO ONE'S POV:
(Butcher, Frenchie, & Y/N are cleaning pieces of Translucent.)
(Y/N): [gags]
Frenchie: I'll take this. Merci.
Hughie: Sorry about all the...
Butcher: Oh, don't be stupid. You did us a favor.
Hughie: What are we gonna do with him?
Butcher: Ah, we'll take care of it.
Hughie: The-the, uh, tracking chip.
Frenchie: Already disabled. Sit down and relax, Petit Hughie.
(Y/N): We...ugh...got this covered.
(Hughie starts walking away.)
Butcher: Oi, where do you think you're going?
Hughie: I'm going home. I need clothes.
Butcher: We'll get you clothes.
Hughie: I want my clothes.
(Y/N): I feel that.
Hughie: I'll be right back.
Frenchie: You are, perhaps...in a state of shock, mon ami.
Butcher: Hughie, you just arse-bombed America's sweetheart. You can't just piss off.
Hughie: I need to go home.
Butcher: All right. Frenchie will go with you.
Hughie: Wait, what? No.
Butcher: Either he goes with you, or I break your legs or I have (Y/N) break your legs.
(Y/N): *shrugs his shoulders*
(Hughie begrudgingly agrees & walks out.)
Butcher: Good lad.
Frenchie: Translucent's skin, it won't burn off. Where are you gonna stash it Homelander can't find it?
Butcher: Nowhere. But we can slow the cunt down a bit.
(Butcher & Y/N put two trash bags full of Translucent into a chest & blow up the scene of the crime.)
Pack-N-Go Van
(We see Y/N, Mother's Milk, & Butcher inside of the van.)
Milk: A rental, you cheap bastard.
Butcher: Who do you think I am, some double-O wanker? In case you haven't noticed, we ain't exactly rolling in it.
Milk: And you don't think this is conspicuous?
Butcher: Conspicuous? No, I don't think it's conspicuous. I think a big black van with fucking "Flowers" on the side is conspicuous. This is just another truck on the street.
(Y/N): It gets the job done.
Milk: And this is the guy you got for Homelander.
Butcher: He's tougher than he looks.
Milk: For a Greek mythologist, he better be.
(Y/N): Greek mythologist. Funny. I'm something like that.
[RHYTHMIC KNOCKING]
Butcher: Bang on time.
(Hughie walks in.)
Hughie: Uh, hi. Hughie.
(Frenchie walks in.)
Milk: Smelly motherfucker.
(Mother's Milk charges at Frenchie & two have to be separated.)
Hughie: Butcher, who is this guy?!
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