Before they could decide who picks first trouble reared its ugly head.
The trouble took the usual form of Biff meadows who ripped the hat out of Jons hand and laughed.
"Playing with an old hat gibson." He grumbled, then his face lit up when he looked inside. "Whatever you have in here must be important to you.... too bad you'd never get it back."
Hey Jon said reaching for the hat.
Biff pushed him away and held the hat further out of his reach laughing.
