Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet]

Great. Picnic in town, stuff he needed to do paperwork-wise while it was, this was grand, Ray was totally up for this. Or, you know, not. He had his head buried in the stuff and he was this close to throwing a former bagel through a window or something. Seriously.

Ralph rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, what are you looking at? You lookin' for a fight? Huh?"

Ralph turned around and clomped away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

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