A city of broke abductees, yippee. [maybe they're letting their tone get too relaxed and casual, but if one jaws around someone enough, that's bound to happen, right?
they sigh and remind themself to tighten up, arms flapping back to their sides.]
Nothing's really free, anyway. Even if it's not gold. Whoever's running things is gonna make us pay.
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they sigh and remind themself to tighten up, arms flapping back to their sides.]
Nothing's really free, anyway. Even if it's not gold. Whoever's running things is gonna make us pay.