[OOC:
Continued from here.]
[Like Don Quixote, Parker's got a mission in mind, and though she is not tilting at windmills, it is equally insane. Her device is propped up on her tools. One can hear the carousel, and the noises of someone at work but all one can see is the base of the carousel.]
Come here you evil beast.
*Scrape.*
*Thud!*
*Drag.*
*Thunk.
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Seriously? Why am I getting the ass end of things?
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Quit whining. We've got two more to deal with.
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We're gonna have to do this in shifts. I don't think they'll all fit and we're not tying them to the roof. The paint job will get scratched.
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The horses have to be taken.
[Things that Parker doesn't understand: emotions, and curses.]
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