"I don't have a fucking clue, Captain Kangaroo. Do I look like some kind of military schmuck?" Yorick said, rubbing at his jaw. He could still taste blood in his mouth. "I'll do you a solid and give you some important intel, though. One, cigarettes'll kill you, and two, you are in serious need of a bath."
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Date: 2010-05-24 04:29 am (UTC)