It doesn't feel like supplies, it doesn't have that clunky feel of shit rumbling around. Feels more like... urgh, fuck it, I'm just not comfortable keeping this out in the open.
-Tries to work around this by captchaloguing it-
-who's gonna be toting an explosive barrel around now?-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-Stares at the butt barrel for a few seconds before realizing it is not going in his sylladex-
...son of a bitch ain't going in. I'm already regretting my status as a "companion."
-Grumbles about it for a bit before looking at Cyrus and Ky-
So who the hell are you two?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanNothing- nothing.
Just thinking that Mister Hyde would be much more happy with the circumstances than I am.
I'm- well. A little old to be a Cecil Rhodes- an explorer or colonist.
And- as a result of this... I'm uncomfortable with weaponry and violent acts.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt's- fine.
I got through the last bit of action, I'll get through this one...
-looks at Dot- Mister Hyde is... to put it bluntly; My subject.
Experiment, charity case... however you word it.
I'm his caretaker, Doctor Henry Jekyll.
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-Jekyll looks at his team-
Well.
-smiles slightly- Seems I'm in good company.
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