The gun carrier grunted and spoke in a deep, guttural voice to the man beside him.
“Did you get that, Chuba?”
Chuba shook his head.
The gun carrier took one step forward. He looked Muscles carefully up and down. Next his eyes swept over Biff. Then he spoke, turning his eyes on Chuba. He spoke slowly. Sometimes moments of silence would appear between his spaced words.
“He says they want all things we have. Gun man speaker says he wants clothes of the giant man.”
“My clothes! Fat chance,” Muscles snarled.
The bandit spoke again.
“He says open up bundles. He wants to see what we have.”
Biff knelt down. His and Chuba’s bulky bundles were together. Biff started untying the nearest one, which happened to be Chuba’s.
“If we give them our things, will they let us alone?” Biff asked.