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[sandpaperbreath]

Alright people here's the plan.

We're doing this tonight. I've done the prep work on Deck Nine and have enough fire water for whoever joins the party, and there's always more on Deck Eight.

Plan is as follows;

Bait is set on Deck Nine under the overhang made by Deck Eight, inside a preset ring of alcohol. The rest hide up on Deck Eight by the

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[harborbutcher]

Unless you want me to do the autopsy reports, I don't see how I can be of any use here.

[sandpaperbreath]

Don't feel up to tossing a bottle?

[harborbutcher]

Not my style. Forensics.

I'm more of a... cleanup crew.

You're missing all the fun, thoooough~

[sandpaperbreath]

Arright.

He has his own idea of fun B)

[harborbutcher]

Anybody dies, you know who to call.

[...And he doesn't doubt that they will.]

[Die, that is.]