.015 [Accidental Video]

[aint_comin_back]

[The feed opens with a bang.

Literally.

It's a small explosion, as explosions go. It's mostly a flash, some smoke, and a bit of a concussion. Not enough to really do much more than break some glass and maybe send a man tumbling backward a few feet.

And turn on a tablet.]

Gou cao de piece of-- [And anyone who's paid much attention to the

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[yearrounder]

[Guess who's concerned.]

What did you do?

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[aint_comin_back]

I didn't do nothin'!

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[yearrounder]

Right, so whatever that was decided to explode on its own.

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[aint_comin_back]

Seems like. I ain't even sure what I touched.

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[yearrounder]

Uh...huh. [Not buying it, Mal.]

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[aint_comin_back]

That gorram bastard... [Mal scrubs his face, runs his hand through his hair, and then starts swearing again as he dislodges glass.] Leaves me the damn shop when he disappears and traps the place.

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[yearrounder]

Who did what?

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[aint_comin_back]

Crowley left this pawn shop o' his to me. Paranoid little bastard filled this place with traps.

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[yearrounder]

...right.

You have weird friends.

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[aint_comin_back]

You fit right in, darlin'.

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[yearrounder]

What are you trying to say about me?

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[aint_comin_back]

Said nothing, Annabeth. Get back to work.

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[yearrounder]

Yeah, sure, "nothing." I guess I should, anyway. I wouldn't want to distract you from anything that could explode in your face.

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[aint_comin_back]

Gonna need every bit of concentration here.

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[yearrounder]

Uh-huh. If you come back with glass wounds, I'll be upset.

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[aint_comin_back]

This? This ain't nothin'.