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[maskintape]

It's Tim. I guess I'm busy, so... Leave a message.

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[armoured]

[This is the part where he would pat Tim on the shoulder comfortingly, if only his dumb friend hadn't run off to indulge his guilt complex alone.]

I'll keep an eye out for him too, okay?

[You can always trust Al to mother hen everyone.]

[maskintape]

Thanks. Just - keep an eye on your stuff if you meet up. He has sticky fingers.

[armoured]

I don't think that's much of an issue here, there's not really anything of value for him to steal from us.

[Also Al is large and metal, he can punch thieves hard.]

[maskintape]

You say that now. Wait 'til you wake up with a foot missing.

[ HE'S KIDDING.

Probably. ]

[armoured]

I can't actually take my feet off here, so that's probably not going to be a problem.

[Not a good joke with someone who can usually dismantle their entire body.]

[maskintape]

[ S I G H... ]

Okay, substitute "foot" for "all your rations, good luck not starving to death." Better?

[armoured]

Right, right, I understand, I'll be careful.

[Pot. Kettle.]

I guess I better get back to him, I'll talk to you later, okay?

[Or not, because his brother will die and life will be horrible.]

[maskintape]

Alright. Thanks again for looking out for him.

[ LIFE IN SNOWHELL IS JUST

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