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[onderhaus]

What's this, three times now? Four? We need to have a fucking daycare on this ship

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[christ_onabike]

Jesus Christ. Cookies and juice?

I'm thirteen. Not six. Capable of keeping a fucking eye out for myself, mate.

Rube: *no regard for child labour laws*

[onderhaus]

Thirteen must be that age when you turned into an asshole.

Can you still cook?

aaaaaaaand paddy doesn't really care either.

[christ_onabike]

Ma says I was born evil and am working backwards or some stuff like that. Noel must be the opposite.

Mags normally does the cooking, but I reckon I could give it a shot if I were hungry. Why?

[onderhaus]

You don't remember anything about this place, do you, kid?

[christ_onabike]

That'd be a no.

Is Noel about? Looks just like me, except just a bit girlier?

[onderhaus]

No, no Noel on the ship. Look, uh...just behave.

How about this: for every kid you round up for me to the level 2 common room, I'll give you a dollar.

[christ_onabike]

...awh, fuck.

Define kid, because I'm not getting anyone over nine. They should be able to fucking deal.

also. Dollars? Useful fucking currency in my part of the world, if-you-please.

[onderhaus]

I've only got dollars, and banks do currency exchange. Take it or leave it.

also. right icon.

[christ_onabike]

...don't you have any smokes?

To give to my dad, y'know, he deserves 'em.

...Rube probably would have let him have them. :\

[onderhaus]

Never touch the stuff.

I wouldn't worry. Paddy's definition of 'nice' is not beans-on-toast.

[christ_onabike]

...fuck.

Well, if you've got something nice in that kitchen of yours, I'll take it.