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[totes_a_god]

There's specific reasons I've come to mistrust Halloween. Several ion showers later and I swear I can still smell toasted marshmallow. Ugh.

[Private to Nathan]Look alive, Ace. Word is a couple of inmates are planning to incite a riot, and I'd rather you not be anywhere near those involved if the shit still hits the fan

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[intofireforever]

Marshmallow wouldn't be a bad thing to smell like.

[totes_a_god]

If you knew the history I have with it, you'd probably like it a lot less.

I don't think we've met before?

[intofireforever]

We haven't. I'm Laura Palmer.

[totes_a_god]

Ray Stantz, a pleasure to meet you! How long have you been on the barge?

[saveme_barry]

Why does every conversation with you end with you getting all weird and sneaky about something?

[Pause then, because he doesn't want to die in a riot.]

I guess I could come over, if it'll put your fragile mind at ease.

[totes_a_god]

Such is my wont. Besides, I like surprises! You can handle a soldering iron, right?

Oh, indubitably. There's also the paperwork to consider if you bite it. I hate paperwork.

Spam?

[saveme_barry]

I certainly think I can handle a soldering iron.

[He's going to mess around with it. I make this a SOLEMN PROMISE TO YOU.]

Oh yeah, you're nothin' but heart.

Spam!

[totes_a_god]

Well, we shall definitely see, won't we.

[Ray can't say he will be surprised by this, though he CRINGES.]

So I'm told! Now, step lively, I've got your space all worked out.