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[olbustedhotness]

It's bugs. It's goddamn bugs. First all those screwy nightmares, now talking bugs.

Startin' to almost feel like home around here...

[sighs, then starts to field-check his pistol and pack up what he thinks he'll need for the morning's departure]

... God, Hodgins would've loved this whole thing. Especially since we're s'posed to go save

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[seasonofsamurai]

Was Hodgins the bug guy? I remember he freaked out on me for killing one of his renegade stink bugs.

[olbustedhotness]

That was him, yeah. Good friend of mine, 'till he went home. Bit odd, but his heart was in the right place.

[seasonofsamurai]

Odd... you can say that again. [She'd have an idea of that. Damn Christmas bells had her make out with the guy.]

I'm not buying the arachnid protector bit though. Everyone's so quick to play hero, but we don't have any solid proof to back up that spider's words.

[olbustedhotness]

It's true. We're just gonna have to go in there extra careful, is all, just in case someone's not tellin' us the truth about one thing or another.

Even if it is a trap, looks like there's a good group of people goin'. We can handle ourselves.

[rainin_blk_ppl]

[enter sounds of gunshots. He's down in the firing range, he's not going out there with just the damn noisy cricket]

Can't get away from it, can we? [bang, bang, bang] Yeah, it's a shame he's missing this, it's right up his ally.

[olbustedhotness]

No, we can't. ... Mind if I join you down there, once m' packed up? Could use the practice.

[rainin_blk_ppl]

Be my guest, man. Ain't a bad idea since we don't know what we gonna be facin' out there.

[olbustedhotness]

Arright. I'll be down in a few, then.