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[holesomelanguage]

Ya shitters.

[throughbamboo]

You love us.

[doggonemad]

Damn right.

[holesomelanguage]

Maybe after a couple o' drinks.

What ya two been up ta?

[throughbamboo]

[when the drinks arrive, he grabs his to take a sip]

Ehh, mostly shop stuff. Or annoyin' the shit outta Gray 'cuz he asked me to move in. Gotta make him regret it an' all.

[doggonemad]

Ain't like it's a big deal since we're gettin' back on that damn ship.

[holesomelanguage]

Hey- no house-warmin' party? Ain't that the kinda thing fer celebratin'?

[throughbamboo]

Is it?

[doggonemad]

Bah. That's only if ya want free shit, an' I don't.

[holesomelanguage]

Yer missin' out on a damn cool bull skull.

[throughbamboo]

We could have one an' just invite Nick, bro.

[doggonemad]

I don't want a bull skull!

[holesomelanguage]

Bull skulls are cool! An' a blessin' on a house!

[throughbamboo]

They are?

[doggonemad]

Ain't this house!

[holesomelanguage]

That's how ya end up with evil spirits in yer house.

[throughbamboo]

Even if it ain't a new place?

[doggonemad]

The skull's the evil spirit. Trojan horse motherfucker.

[holesomelanguage]

It keeps 'em out! It's a protector!

[throughbamboo]

[just takes a drink, snorting softly in amusement]

[doggonemad]

An' that's why we ain't doin' a housewarmin' thing.

[holesomelanguage]

Lame.

[throughbamboo]

I didn't know he was this superstitious.

[doggonemad]

I just think it fuckin' sucks.

[holesomelanguage]

Psh, no taste between ya.