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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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For all the potential threat the two others possessed - and, dear goodness, was he doing this already? And what exactly did he mean by already? - his eyes never left the business end of that wicked-looking gun. But, back on track, that mode of thought didn't suit him well, either. "Already?" like he expected to be some paranoid wreck sooner or later?

He rocked a little on his toes, half-opening his mouth while the others made words, pressed his arm into the canvas slung at his side in an awkward little pat that brought the sickle back to attention like he was feeling out the thing's skeleton. Definitely not a paranoid wreck, no sir.

But the rifle. He hadn't always been this scattered, had he? Pretty sure you were supposed to pretend they were always loaded. In fact, you weren't really supposed to own one of those unless you were a responsible adult who hadn't been given instructions to kill all their friends or something. It just felt incongruous, which of course it was, but it was just kind of there and nobody had any complaints to issue about it. Or none that they were voicing, like holy crap why is that guy just spinning that rifle all over the place, and is there even a safety on it at all? Which, he reminded himself, could be the thought process and nobody wanted to speak up.

Well, if nobody else was going to do anything, at least he could.

"Uh," he said, pausing to clear his throat, coming back louder just in case. "Know what, I think I'll catch y'all later." Nothing to incite the guy. "Gotta find some friends. You'll be ok together?"

He didn't really care for the answer, but the stupid part of his brain, which seemed to be the whole thing at the moment, reminded him that people appreciated it if you pretended to take interest in their well-being. Maybe they'd return the favor someday. For now, though, he simply edged away, trying not to stare too much at the gun before he rounded the nearest convenient corner.

((Continued in TFW you will never find out what's in the basement))
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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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