Yeah, 'cause we'll get bigger shit to worry about.
[Gritting his teeth, though not out of anger. Or at least, not anger toward Caesar. He's going to find an open spot on the porch, setting the box of maintenance stuff down next to him, then unholstering the Series 3 Triple Incendiary Shotgun as he sits down himself. Automatically, the Series 3's barrels rotate into a horizontal configuration with a heavy whirring sound, followed by a computer-like beep.]
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[Gritting his teeth, though not out of anger. Or at least, not anger toward Caesar. He's going to find an open spot on the porch, setting the box of maintenance stuff down next to him, then unholstering the Series 3 Triple Incendiary Shotgun as he sits down himself. Automatically, the Series 3's barrels rotate into a horizontal configuration with a heavy whirring sound, followed by a computer-like beep.]
You remember anything from'a Carnival yet?