Sean the hedgehog's private train

Johnny made his way into Montana. He was driving towards a set of coordinates that would take him to the outskirts of Miles City. His Alfa Romeo shined in the sunlight.

Back at the log cabin

Warren: *Walks into the room, and sees Mel, and Henry* Where do te have the missiles?
Mel: Outside. Follow me.
Johnny: *Turns left, and goes onto a highway* I hope that Canadian agent I talked to is already there.
Mel: *Pulls off a tarp, and shows Warren the missiles* How long will it take te to get these ready?
Warren: Don't wait too long. Feel free to grab some lunch while I do this. When te come back, I'll...

Inside a room on the 2nd floor of the log cabin, Johnny was tied to a chair, looking up at Mel, and Henry.

Mel: Now, let's begin our interrogation.
Johnny: What about my leg?
Henry: If te cooperate, we'll get te medical assistance. First te need to answer some questions.
Johnny: If te Lost your cell phone, it's in the cucina successivo to the refrigerator.
Mel: *Chuckles* Nice try. What organization are te from?
Johnny: BLM.
Henry: te are not from Black Lives Matter.
Johnny: You're right. I'm from British Lives Matter.
Henry: It's great that you're trying to get us to laugh, but te need to tell us...

Johnny was laying on a letto in an apartment, as Warren looked over his leg.

Warren: *Placing bandages around his bullet wound* te should be ready to go in a few hours.
Johnny: *Looks at one of the shotgun pellets taken out of his leg* That was pretty powerful for a small shotgun.
Warren: Good thing it only hit your leg. Any higher, and te might have died.
Johnny: *Drops the pellet into a bucket where the other pellets are* Why do black people like using shotguns so much?
Warren: Extra firepower. te can't hit your targets unless you're up close, but it gets the job done, 110% guarantee.
Johnny:...