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Spoon is out back, wishing that he had a fag. Wishing really, really strongly that he could have a fag. Sometimes gum just doesn't cut it. He's going to work out instead. He's going to work out a lot.
Which, basically, means that Spoon has been breaking wooding swords for the last three hours, and is showing no signs whatsoever of slowing down or stopping until he's out of wooden swords. And this is why he's got only really cheap wooden swords, most of which he's made himself. It's really the only way that he's managed to find some of his more exotic forms of swords in a practise form.
It's an interesting pile of wooden splinters surrounding him. Addictions aren't just physical.
Which, basically, means that Spoon has been breaking wooding swords for the last three hours, and is showing no signs whatsoever of slowing down or stopping until he's out of wooden swords. And this is why he's got only really cheap wooden swords, most of which he's made himself. It's really the only way that he's managed to find some of his more exotic forms of swords in a practise form.
It's an interesting pile of wooden splinters surrounding him. Addictions aren't just physical.