[ lance just nods in response, stiffly plopping the crying root into the sack. as soon as the darkness envelopes it again, it quiets, seemingly soothed.
he looks down at it in wonder, idly shaking his head. ]
I'd hate to be the guy that's gotta make something out of these. [ maybe the man had night-vision or something... or really good ear plugs. ]
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he looks down at it in wonder, idly shaking his head. ]
I'd hate to be the guy that's gotta make something out of these. [ maybe the man had night-vision or something... or really good ear plugs. ]