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18 dollars, and…85 cents. I know that’s a dollar-some short, but it’s all I got on me. You can keep this, and I’ll come back with the rest as soon as…

No, but here…

Well, that sucks. She at least split the 20 bucks with ya?

It’s mine. The person that you bought it from? It wasn’t hers to sell. She stole it.

Beaut’, ain’t it? Bet it’d look mighty fine round that purdy neck of yers. 

Why did I come here?

Why not. Can’t be any less satisfying than this can of shit.

Look, I’m just not good at doing nothing. I need to blow off some steam. Fine. If we’re all stuck here, then how ‘bout one of you fine ladies…hell, both you fine ladies…

Sure. Go run your master plan past the Possessor. We’ll wait.

Christ, how long we gotta just sit here on this shitty island with our hands down our pants? How bout the three of us row into town, hit a few bars, and mess up a few locals? Shit, I’ll even paddle.