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welcome to the trench chapter of interdimensional hostage bullshit anonymous! unfortunately no one can come to the phone right now because we’re being fucked over by the multiverse again, so leave a message after the beep. we’ll get back to you if we’re still here.

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It's the least I can do, honestly. Team work makes the dream work, right?

A baseball bat isn't a bad start. Do you have any experience with guns? I made a guy a baseball bat/rifle hybrid once. I could make you something like that if you want.

I figured that'd be the case. I know him and a guy named Mako are working on that. I'm a bit more the direct approach kind of person. I shoot and slice until they fall down. The best thing I can suggest is that we don't travel alone while doing deliveries like this.

No sense in any of us getting killed trying to play hero by ourselves.

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Sure, if you dream of living to see the next day. [That sounds like a light joke off Richie’s light, airy tone, except for the morbid content.]

Uh. No. But could you show me how to use one?

Yeah, Eddie’d flip his shit if I tried to be all heroic and got myself fuckin’ killed instead. Sure, I’d love the company. D’you know how to ride a bike?

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That's the idea! [She's been in Deerington and her own world long enough to appreciate that.]

I could! One of my housemates set up a little shooting range in the back yard of our place. Mostly just water balloons filled with pain on a board. But it's a good place to get started.

Well the last thing we want is for Eddie to freak out. Have a feeling Shiro would be down our throats too if I let something like that happen. Let's just not get anyone mad, deal?

I do- I haven't had one in awhile but now that my vespa has been trashed I should probably grab one before things get too stir crazy.

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That works for me. I’ve been thinking about picking up something more long-range than a bat anyway, keep from getting fuckin’ skewered because I got too close.

[His success at shooting anything is—variable, to say the least. But hey, points for enthusiasm and for recognizing the disadvantages to a baseball bat!]

Yeah, we don’t wanna piss ‘em both off, we’d get the mother of all lectures.

You should! And, hey, I used to be a paper boy, I had these baskets on the back of my bike, they went beside the wheels and I kept the papers there—you oughta get something like that, but for medical supplies and food and shit. [He pauses after a moment.] I guess you could rig up a wagon to the bike too, but personally I don’t recommend it, it’d slow you the fuck down.