What the shit? What kind of fucking backwater place is this?
[ There’s a series of grunts and the ruffling of heavy fabric, and it sounds like he’s straining with something. Finally he sighs with a thud as he sits down. ]
All right, regroup time. Escape, check. Obtaining clothes, check. Not gonna wear obnoxious orange forever. Cigs, check
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