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The door opens, and in walks a slightly drunken Knox, straight from Murray's Bar in downtown Gotham. "Well, whadayaknow? It's still here?" His face lights up in a huge smile, and he looks around to see that where there once stood a clock, is now a pile of wreckage.
"See," he says to no one in particular, "all you needed was a sledgehammer." Or at least that's how things look to him.
He goes to the Bar and orders a club soda (he's had enough for one night).
[ooc: slowtime likely due to work and Wednesday comic books]
"See," he says to no one in particular, "all you needed was a sledgehammer." Or at least that's how things look to him.
He goes to the Bar and orders a club soda (he's had enough for one night).
[ooc: slowtime likely due to work and Wednesday comic books]