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[bitnotgoodyeah]

[hello. if you happen to be walking through the most happening place in camp, AKA its renowned center, you may note a man standing awkwardly by himself. he's wearing a heavy winter coat and, if you venture close enough, he'll glance your way and say with the tone of the longsuffering:]

... Pack of fags, anyone? Anyone got a... pack of fags?

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[tobethemiracle]

I'm sixteen.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

[... apparently success, because no one's dead. so he's going to stare down at your hand inside the bomb]

Right, could you. What are you doing?

[tobethemiracle]

Disarming this. Don't worry; if it explodes, it'll take me out instead.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

Take you -- you're sixteen, didn't you say?

[tobethemiracle]

Yeah, what of it?

[fiddles around and finds A THING.]

I reckon if I yanked this out, something'd happen. On three?

[bitnotgoodyeah]

No, that's not an acceptable risk --.

[tobethemiracle]

Three!

[yanks! DOES IT EXPLODE.]

[bitnotgoodyeah]

Wh--!

[WHY IS THIS BOTH TERRIBLE AND EXCITING

...and okay, yes, it helps that they're still alive after]

[tobethemiracle]

Hi. I'm Ronan. Normally I don't go around sticking my hand in strange places. So, I thought I'd be different today.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

[makes quick work of taking the coat off, shedding it and the disarmed bomb onto the ground and taking a few staggering steps away from it]

What? Oh, right, good. Thanks.

[tobethemiracle]

Not a problem.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

Dr John Watson, I'm -- sorry, I think I need a moment.

[tobethemiracle]

Well, you did just have a bomb strapped to you.

[looks at the bombbits.]

Actually, I think it would have only just broken my fingers. Which would have sucked.

[bitnotgoodyeah]

Yes, I can see how that would have inconvenienced you -- how?

[tobethemiracle]

Well, I was an idiot and put my dominant hand in there, didn't I? I need that!

[bitnotgoodyeah]

No, I mean, what was that?