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Tsk. That's two earthquakes in the week I've been here. [Smoker's voice is rough and low. He's rather confused and disoriented and that's irritating him.]
Earthquakes, wolves and horses, Kings, Gods, towers, cigar-eating lobsters, wild dreams and child sacrifices. [There's a pause and the sound of a lighter being flicked open and closed, open and closed.]
What kind of fucked up world is this?
[A long sigh and shuffling as Smoker shifts.] Christ. I need a cigar. Or a drink.
Earthquakes, wolves and horses, Kings, Gods, towers, cigar-eating lobsters, wild dreams and child sacrifices. [There's a pause and the sound of a lighter being flicked open and closed, open and closed.]
What kind of fucked up world is this?
[A long sigh and shuffling as Smoker shifts.] Christ. I need a cigar. Or a drink.