.018 [Accidental Video]

[aint_comin_back]

[The feed opens to gunfire. The picture is tilted and shaky; it's not immediately apparent who's on the line. But there's a flash of a brown coat, a familiar (to some) curse, and the flash of a brass-colored revolver. Mal's in the cemetery and he seems to not be moving either smoothly or quickly. He's holding the tablet, having fully intended on

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[wasinnocent]

[Oh wtf what have you done now.]

You attract trouble don't you?

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[aint_comin_back]

Ain't to my liking.

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[wasinnocent]

Maybe you should try to not find it.

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[aint_comin_back]

Just a humble captain runnin' cargo. Never go lookin' for it. It should stop lookin' for me.

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[wasinnocent]

You should invest in some lucky charms.

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[aint_comin_back]

I make my own luck, darlin'.

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[wasinnocent]

Is this an example of the luck you make?

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[aint_comin_back]

I'd rather not go answerin' that question.

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[wasinnocent]

Why? Do you feel it's entrapment?

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[aint_comin_back]

[There's a grunt as he leans against one of the crypt walls and starts reloading his weapon.] Just would rather not answer.

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[wasinnocent]

You need some help?

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[aint_comin_back]

Ain't dyin'. Takin' a breather.

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[wasinnocent]

That doesn't answer the question.

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[aint_comin_back]

Nah, I'm all right.

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[wasinnocent]

That looks pretty far from okay.

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[aint_comin_back]

I said I wasn't dyin'. [He didn't say he was okay.]