44th Countdown Audio // Common

[standardpackage]

[Guess who's pissed with only his cigars, a hand gun, some LSD, and a lighter?

Jinx is.]

I'm makin' moonshine an' growin' some tobacco. Who wants some?

[Short, sweet, and to the point.]

Comments

[ttlynotawizard]

From what?

[He's groggy. Forgive him.]

[standardpackage]

Sugar. An' ta' think I almost thought ya' were a bartender.

[ttlynotawizard]

Where are you getting the sugar? Where are you getting yeast? Where are you getting the still?

[Yeah, a bartender who had to make his own booze for a while.]

If you've found supplies, we need them.

[standardpackage]

Fruits an' buckets. It's really not that hard, Sweetheart.

I'm sure there's plenty a' food an' extra land somewhere in this shit hole. An' enough fer me ta' use some fer booze an' some fer tobacco.

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[getmesomewhisky]

I'll take some Moonshine.

Where are you?

[Text]

[standardpackage]

[Xanxus will be very disappointed when he finds out that Jinx only has a flask of whiskey on him.]

I found a lake somewhere. It's a bit far but the water's good

[Text]

[getmesomewhisky]

[ffffffff--]

Come down by the ocean. I need help

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[standardpackage]

On my way there anyway.

[Hopefully Xanxus is patient because Jinx takes a full two hours to get back to the beach.]

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco still hates you, Jinx. But alcohol is more important.*

...I think I remember how to make beer, I just haven't tried it yet.

[standardpackage]

[Jinx doesn't understand how alcoholism is driving people to actually work with each other instead of jumping at throats.]

Join th' crew. We'll have our own bar real soon at this rate.

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco does. He's not sure if that's good or bad.*

I'll look forward to it. I can't move around much now, but once I heal I'll help more.

[standardpackage]

Where are ya'? I've got a bit a fresh water if ya' need it.

[Even if it means running forty miles to get to Marco, booze is more important.]

[pimp_hat]

[For now Kevas is going to ignore his hate for Jinx for the greater good.]

Joo be havin' everytin' to make it?

[standardpackage]

[...What the fuck is happening...]

Got somethin' that looks like fruit. Still need some other stuff, though.

[pimp_hat]

Dere gotta be some supplies left in whatevah town be here. Already be lookin' if I could stand.

[standardpackage]

Sure? Doesn't look to supple here.

[inkstolen]

Fuck, by the time you're ready to harvest, I'll have kicked the habit.

Jesus Jinx....I feel fucking useless here.

[standardpackage]

Fuck you. It doesn't take that long ta' grow.

[Okay, maybe it does but still]

Yer a cook, right?

[inkstolen]

Jesus H tapdancing Christ, fucking piles of bodies are sitting around rotting to shit, and you're thinking about-

[Calm. Calm, Marjorie, so calm. You can handle this. You and your last two cigarettes can handle this. Oh god almighty pray that I can handle this.]

Yes. I am a 'cook'.

[standardpackage]

S'not like whatever killed them is still here.

[Hopefully she can handle this, Jinx is too lazy to run for his life today.]

Well then yer not entirely useless.