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[a_close_shave]

Pirates...ridiculous....

Such an unwanted dream. Red day, red morning...dripping sunlight rubies, a..roaring fire, as horrible and bright as the mouth of hell, belching black smoke, clouding the sky. All the birds were dying...lying among bodies, in dark pools of sick, filth, and crimson. And I saw Lucy's face....

...The Corinthian, I will not make

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[pitfallen]

Huh? What's up? You sick or something, Mr. Sweeney?

[a_close_shave]

Hello, Ms. Excel...

...I am...

Yes. Sick.

[pitfallen]

I'd offer advice if I had any reasonable base to work from. I never really get sick and Ha-chan's hardly a reasonable ANYTHING. Unless it's stomach problems, I can't do much. Sorry. My condolences.

[a_close_shave]

...It's kind of you, Excel.

Thank you.

[pitfallen]

Sure thing, Mr. Sweeney. I was actually gonna see if you needed any part-time work done since my other job's boss is a filthy federal terrorist just made it onto my purge list is probably the best boss I've had so far besides that hotel manager doesn't really seem to be working out too well. I could come back later if y'want, though.

[a_close_shave]

Part-time...?

...There's work for you. There's a man by the name of The Corinthian working for me, and he's opened shop today. See him.

[pitfallen]

Oh, sure! Thanks, I'll go check it out, then.