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[guybirdcrap]

You're still in the Baumine Mines. Get your asses moving before rats of unusual size go looking for a meal. It's dark and scary and the structures are old and dangerous. Don't die.

[Mission: Make it out of the mine]

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[chainedto]

[ don't laugh. don't laugh. do not laugh. ]

I completely understand, you're both probably tense, blood pressure's through the roof, need to unwind, gather your thoughts. [ your impure, out of wedlock fornicator's thoughts. ]

But Nick is gonna tear my arm of if he tries to set this shoulder, and I don't know if anyone else has the requisite experience in field medicine.

[sawedoff]

[you interrupt his bonding with clara's face time and now you're reminding him that his arms look like wet noodles next to nick's

did you want this to be painless or are you a masochist]

--Fine, yeah. Catch up with the group, we'll be there in a minute.

[pareidoll]

[this guy, man]

[fixes unwedlocked fornicator hair somewhere in the background of this.

[chainedto]

[ looks at Clara in the background of this. ]

I can't really catch up to anything right now.

[ raises eyebrows at dean, because what you want to watch my sorry ass limp ahead so you can laugh with your psycho kidnapper girlfriend?
she's independent, don't need no man. ]

[ only managed to get himself halfway out of the overcoat. cas must have developed some weirdo fetish. neither he not dean probably know that the old trenchcoat was a gift from his mother in law who can never remember his size in anything. ]