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[canhasapride]

There's a flash and a bang and suddenly there is a well-muscled man in a rather ridiculous looking costume standing in the woods. But that might go overlooked since he's also wearing a frilly white apron (someone took his more manly one) and holding a skillet in which a pair of eggs still sizzle half-fried

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[respectthegun]

Flashbangs are getting economical these days, because it's the same one, not a follow-up, that's also produced another man - almost as well muscled and with a slightly more ridiculous costume.

Sitting on a breakfast bar stool and in the act of lighting up a cigarette.

"That's fucked up," he observes, and finishes the act.

[canhasapride]

"Depends on what's going on," Thomas cautions.

"But... yeah. It is. Don't suppose this has happened to you before, has it?" Floyd's lived a long and storied life, after all.

[respectthegun]

"Nope."

Floyd says it around the cigarette and breathes in that precious first darg of its short life.

Then he takes it out of his life and glances around.

"You?"

Never know what kind of weirdass stuff might happen in Africa.

[canhasapride]

"Nope." Thomas stares at his rapidly cooling and undercooked eggs wistfully.

"The timing sucks, though."

[misterbunny]

There is a rabbit, muttering to himself as he trudges through the woods, dragging a rather large sack behind him. The sack clinks repeatedly as it bumps into rocks and things, and from inside a sloshing sound can be heard.

"Fiskin' factory, so fiskin' far away from the fiskin' farmhouse. Fiskin' cars runn' out of fiskin' ga-"

He stops, staring at the men in front of him, like a deer caught in the headlights. He twitches his nose once or twice, then looks up at them, with an innocent expression on his face. "Ah... mew?"

[respectthegun]

Oh look, a talking rabbit.

Floyd looks at it, then stops caring. Blake can talk to it if he wants.

[canhasapride]

Blake looks over at his companion and twitches an eyebrow. "You were the one complaining about the food situation," he points out with a vague gesture toward the rabbit.

[respectthegun]

Lawton eyes Blake.

"You're the big white hunter guy."