/is standing on a ledge, somewhere, as you do
/gazes pitifully at his RAINBOW LAD MASK
/DRAMATIC VOICEOVER:
I don' reckon there be any way to right... all these wrongs. All this sin on me own hands. I mean, what would the Lord 'ave t'say about me abortion? Or snoggin' the pants off Detective Stango. Mayhap I should just.../STEELY, WOUNDED GAZE
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At least I hope so.
/Picks feathers out of his hair
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/sob
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An' don't take anymore suspicious beverages from doctors. I always knew they couldn't be trusted.
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I be always knowin', deep down...
What the devil! But ye did too. A fine feckin' piece of advice.
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...I thought it would be all right if it was drinks instead o' medicines, but...well, I was wrong. T'be frank, I don't remember much of it. That's a mercy.
/Comforting hand on shoulder?
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Oh, ye don't remember, do ye?
/SMACKS HAND AWAY!
YE WERE DANCIN' ROUND LIKE A FECKIN' LOON, WEARING A LITTLE GIRL'S FROCK!
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Nothin' wrong with a little snoggin', lad. Especially if emotions be runnin' high.
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WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT
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So that ye may share me pain.
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OH GOD, IT'S ALL COMIN' BACK T'ME
/STEPS UP TO THE LEDGE
I'LL JOIN YE IN DEATH, MCGEE.
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/TACKLES
OHSHI-
/KNOCKS THEM BOTH OFF THE LEDGE
/AND INTO A PILE OF... SEAWEED?
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I can't help but notice we're not dead, McGee.
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So it be, so it be... Must've not picked a very high ledge.
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/Quietly fashions a noose from seaweed
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