Ziio, Mac's face was blood red, like a cherry. He actually went up to go pick up the bag himself, flustered and nervous. Mac didn't try to hide it, because he knew he was screwed the moment he dropped it.

He just hope nobody saw, and everyone else was just too busy to care what Mac was doing.

He swallowed hard, and found himself sweating. He was in huge trouble now. He was in for it, he thought.

"N-nooo, I-!" Mac stuttered. "I'll just. Take it."