A Crew.

"I'm gonna need a crew." Texas stated, coughing a bit as the thick miasma of gas still hung around the air. "I got...a real good feeling about today. I'm finally gonna give that var- I-I mean, that dirtbag Texas a smacking she won't soon forget." She was pretty sure Georgia never talked like this!

Annabelle smirked. "Hehe. I follow ya. Polite speak now, and then really hammer the smack talk after you gave her a smackdown! I can respect that."

"Uh, good! Glad we got that all sorted out." Texas nodded.

"So, how big of a crew you bringing?" Annabelle questions.

While it was Georgia, she was in her body. Texas knew that she had Georgia's brute strength, but Georgia had Texas's speed and agility. Though that means Texas can take her hits, as Georgia typically can tank hers. But it was her own body, and she didn't want to run the risk of messing it up too much to the point where she'd rather not have it back.

"Just two others will be fine." Texas replied.

"Ooo, someone's feeling confident." Annabelle whistles. She doesn't know what she's planning, but anything to take out that rascal Texas. "Well, there's plenty of people to go around. Have your pick."

Texas looked around for two other people that could possibly join her as the other patrons have went back to their own tables. Her gaze falls to a rat and a rhino who she swears she's seen before (see the Texas in Trouble Game). Deciding those two were the most qualified and she wanted to just pick two, she went over to their table. Sitting down, she'd forget that she was in the body of the largest person in town, standing at 12 feet. So her massive gut pressed up against the table while the chair creaked and got wedged between her juicy rear.

"Hey, I got a little proposition for the two of ya."