[Jack smirks into his drink a little at the thought of McCree having to assemble a cadre of fans over and over again, but he’s not going to judge how anyone spends their time here. They have plenty of it, after all.]
I’m working on that spider.
[Or, rather, whoever might be instigating the spider to go on its daily rampage.]
Someone’s letting it out. It’s got to be a distraction for something else.
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I’m working on that spider.
[Or, rather, whoever might be instigating the spider to go on its daily rampage.]
Someone’s letting it out. It’s got to be a distraction for something else.