I ain't gotta damn clue as ta what's goin' on in this place, but so long as there ain't no zombies, I reckon it's like heaven.
*Instead of panicking like a normal human being when confronted with arriving in Mayfield, Ellis has set to making his house more like home. That, of course, means moving his couch onto the front lawn and plopping his
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And once he notices this guy sitting on his lawn with his couch, he just sighs and facepalms.
Then tries to continue on his way.]]
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...Yer kiddin' me. Ain't got no guns. Why's there always gotta be somethin' ruinin' my fun?
*Oh well! He chucks an empty bottle near Allan*
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Mind your manners, shitface.
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Lemmie guess, you're from the south aren't you?
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How'd ya guess, stranger? Wanna beer?
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[Snake approaches, lured by beer.]
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*He tosses it to Snake, still grinning*
Y'have any clue what th'fuck is goin' on here?
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Was that guy sitting in his couch...on the lawn?
She kind of gawks a moment, before looking away in embarrassment. Staring was rude, after all.]
Ah, I-I'm sorry.
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Never seen someone sittin' out like this, kid?
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N-no, do people...do that often?
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Overalls?
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Holy shit, Nick! Yers is th'last voice I was expectin' ta hear. Got any idea what's goin' on?
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Not much. Besides being stuck in some 50's world playing house.
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Coach'n Ro here, too?
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