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[glasgow_smilin]

[The room is very dark, but for a dim light coming in through a small window. It appears to the the inside of some garage long since abandoned; cracks run along the oil-stained floor, and dust, recently stirred, swirls through the dimness. There are three boxes, all marked 'Meals, Ready to Eat'. On top of these boxes is a set of envelopes, folders

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[static_surge]

What the fuck?! I thought you weren't interested in kids?

Didn't he used to have ears or something?

[glasgow_smilin]

[A heaved sigh.]

Yeah... yeah, he did. I took care of that, though. Well, my boys did, anyway. Gotta feed the dogs sometime, right?

[Giggling.]

[static_surge]

You....cut off his ears?!

[glasgow_smilin]

No. I used magic.

[static_surge]

You're fucking sick, you know that?

[glasgow_smilin]

It's not true unless you say it three times.

[static_surge]

What, are you Beetlejuice?

[glasgow_smilin]

[Oh, that gave him some chucks.]