3rd Bounty

[realhotinhell]

[ At first, the person on the other end is quiet. John hesitates, running a hand down his face, then speaks.

His voice is a bit stern, but not annoyed or angry. ]

Someone wanna explain to me what an Olympic Gymnast is, an' how one'd go about winnin' ten gold medals?

[ Predictably, he's puzzled by the town's sudden change. Marston has stopped asking

Comments

[naturalanarchy]

Maybe you can weld fake Olympic medals.
I'm making twenty vats of fake vodka because I don't know how to speed up time, I have no potatoes, and I don't have any vats.

So...just get some hubcaps and paint them gold or something.

[Yup, he's given up at this point.]

[realhotinhell]

Could be an option, partner, but I ain't got no idea how ta weld. [ Painting, however, sounds like something he might be able to do. ]

... did you say twenty vats?

[naturalanarchy]

Indeed, that's what I said.
They asked for twenty vats by Tuesday.

I hate this town so much.

[realhotinhell]

Now... I ain't a brewer or nothin', but twen'y vats of alcohol in one day sounds an awful tall order, friend. I wish ya best of luck.

If there's anythin' I can do to help, jus' holler.
You and me both.

... you dunno what'll happen if we don't get this stuff done, do ya?

[naturalanarchy]

Yes. I don't care if I get the house to myself or if they kick me out. I have no problem living outside, and I could probably make a tent from some blankets and sticks.