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[thelittlestbub]

[Private to: Sam, Doc Kurosaki, Doc Orpheus, Zelda, Claudio, Kenny, Bucky, Abel*]So. Weather's getting better. Means, I'm getting antsy. Night patrols are all well and good and stuff. But, and this is the big thing, I feel the need for a barbecue

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[deservesabone]

I might be able to swing that.

[thelittlestbub]

Awesome. Think I could con you into bringing some Molsons with you?

[deservesabone]

Not for free this time, I'm afraid. We're havin' a bit of money trouble at the club as it is.

[deservesabone]

--But now that I think of it, I can donate a few cases with my own money, shit.

[thelittlestbub]

Nah, dude, don't worry about it. I can get some too. No one shall go thirsty.

[deservesabone]

Long as you're sure.

[thelittlestbub]

Totally sure! Bring what you can, and come hang out with us, Sam. No one is turned away.