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[toxicspiderman]

O.K., show of hands: glad to wake up here? Pour your hearts out so we can go back to the usual fate-worse-than-death bullshit.

Confidential to PP -- I've got your wrist rocket. It's yours if you want it back -- my aim sucks.

-- Sangamon Taylor

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[Writing somewhat disguised]

[tightsofmight]

...You what?

-PP

[toxicspiderman]

Your hot glue gun. Whatever you want to call it, I've got it.

[tightsofmight]

That's

How many shots are left

Thank you. That's...unbelievably cool of you, to think to grab it. Was it after

Anything I can do to pay you back? When can I come pick it up?

[toxicspiderman]

Don't worry about it. Long story. It'd be cool to see it in action some time. M90, soon as night starts work for you?

[tightsofmight]

You sure? Because that's kind of a huge deal.

I'll see you then.

[inkblot] Sorry about yelling at you.

[toxicspiderman]

Like I said, I can't use it.

I hear worse every day during rush hour. Get over it. And it looks like the order for a mass grave was premature, so let's just pretend none of it ever happened.

-- S.T.