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Yeah. Could be why I've found two cans of it now. Thoughts of a serial killer summoning it in. Maybe a twelve pack will show up if I manifest hard enough.

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Please don't. One of the kids'll probably find it and start using it and I'm not hauling some arsehole who reeks of whatever that shit is out of a trial.

[ ...yeah he will, but he won't be happy about it!! ]

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Bullshit. You'd do it just to complain about it.

[Jeff might be an anxious and slightly awkward fuck, but what's the point in enduring trials with these people if he can't call the occasional bluff?]

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Guess I can't argue with that.

Are we gonna set shit on fire or are you planning to keep torruring me with the thought of Steve stinking up the place?

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Trying to make sure I can't actually come up with a better use for it.

[Literally what the fuck are they supposed to do with this. A pause, and then:]

Shitty flamethrower it is, I guess.

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It's therapy. A little light arson's good for the soul.

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That how you passed the time back home?

You should take up watercolours. Mellow.

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Back home it was mostly drinking and fighting. Can't do much of either here, so I'll take what I can get.

Can you imagine me painting, Jeff?

[ just the thought of it makes him laugh ]

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[If he finds the answer funny, it's only because he always registered the occasional look of surprise he got when he was asked about his own job.]

Yeah, I can.

You know I used to homebrew.

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Something about that doesn't surprise me.

I'm gonna guess you favoured a stout. Or a lager.

[ casually throwing out the briefest painting discussion in favour of beer talk, you betcha ]

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[Art therapy is good for anger issues. Probably.]

Stouts and ales, yeah. I was getting pretty good at it.

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Shame we can't get you a setup here. Feel like I'd kill a man for a good ale some days.

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Might want to be careful about saying that too loudly.

[Texting it too loudly? Whatever. It's an attempt at a joke, anyway.]

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There's an idea. Becoming one of those pricks just because I wanted a brew.

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Can think of worse reasons. Especially if it keeps you from going up on a hook.

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I'm not sure there's enough beer out there to make me willing to deal with you lot from that side.

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David King, famously terrified of flashlights.

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I hear the little clicks and I just can't handle it.

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Fair enough.

Maybe I'll get the clown to lend me a couple bottles. See if I can get something going.

[Is it sad that his daydreams have been reduced to this?]

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Depends on how many fingers you're willing to give up, I bet.

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You know.

Would probably be doable if I didn't know what he did with them.

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What, you don't like it when a creepy old fat bastard cuts of your fingers and sucks on them?

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David.

[That's so fucking gross man. :(]

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Jeff.

[ you're welcome ]

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See if I share with you.