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2nd Dudes 8And in the Lost City of Constagando, 30 leagues, or ten milliliters, east of the Airport, the Dudes didst come upon the Marketplace.
‘Wearing pants, art thou?’ a man in a grey toga said unto Scoot, ‘Thou’rt a strange one!’
‘I feeleth like chicken tonight,’ quoth Casey.
‘Thou always feeleth like chicken every night,’ quoth Scoot.
And everyone didst look to Adria.
‘No!’ quoth she, ‘thou canst not eat little Skidmarks! He’s an endangered species! And, for thine information, farting chickens tasteth terrible.’
And so they didst search the market for a merchant who was selling chickens, and didst finally find one, but she wanted a Blue Figurine, three Souvenir Spoons, and a silk tapestry for them, but that’s another story.
‘Look at this!’ quoth Casey, ‘for I have acquired the Hammer of Not Bickering for two Souvenir Spoons and a Golden Jackal Statue!’
And he didst hold it high o
Tradewinds 18 CH 08“What is it now?” Striker demanded. Clearly trying to sound exasperated, yet somehow coming off sounding nervous instead, despite having the people who sank her ship right where she wanted them.
“Several of our crew! The ones that stayed with the cargo!” Mousy blurted. “They’ve all been killed!”
“What the hell is the meaning of this!?” Striker demanded, turning on Mercer.
“I don’t know what she’s talking about!” Mercer retorted, bristling with indignation. “Last I heard, we already secured the cargo holds…”
“We left our sisters in your care after they got left behind back in Alta,” Striker reminded him.
“They got left behind,” Mercer muttered, “because you just had to go after that ship, and business be damned.”
“That was business,” Striker informed him, gesturing to her nearest prisoners, “just as this is. They were <
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