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Post by Melody Arachne on Jul 1, 2007 8:23:52 GMT -5
"I think it may just be this one ... he never has been average, you know."
Melody hops onto the bar, crossing her legs and swinging her foot as she rummages in the barter box for more smokes.
"If you put the genny behind it, how do you keep it fueled? I think it's a good idea, as long as we have a non-mechanical backup ... some sort of pulley, you know? Anytime I rely on machines they just turn to crap.."
"Aha!" She pulls out a pack of small dark cigarillos, and shakes out out with obvious relish. "I think Spec left these here ... where did he take off to, anyway? Hmph, Probably chasing that wanna-be russian cow ... " She offers the pack around, and lights her own in a cloud of sweet tobaccoey goodness.
"DJ, you got a plan for that booth of yours? You want glass or wire mesh around it? I'd suggest the mesh, 'cuz I ain't cleanin' no zombie muck off of any glass windows..."
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