“Nah, nah, nah,” Franklin muttered, tapping the screen. Nothing.
Franklin looked at the tear in the sky. The hand was closer now. The cursor moved to . Gta5 Exe
“What the hell is an ‘exe’?” Michael’s voice crackled through Franklin’s earpiece—except Franklin hadn’t put in an earpiece. The sound was coming from everywhere, like the city’s ambient audio channel had been hijacked. “Nah, nah, nah,” Franklin muttered, tapping the screen
A scream cut through—Trevor’s, but digitized. Glitched. “THE MOUNTAINS ARE MADE OF TEXTURES! I PUNCHED A COYOTE AND IT TURNED INTO A ERROR MESSAGE!” ” Franklin muttered
“Then what do we do?” he whispered.