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Mafia 10 - Who Goes There?
de_la_Nae:
"You know, it occurs to me that we could be here a long time. How're the rations?"
Lines:
Yeah, mtmerrick, how's our food supply looking?
henri bemis:
"We're at a science station in the antarctic - I think our food supply is ok at least long enough to finish testing everyone? It's not like there's a stop & shop down the block when you're living on the south pole. If we need to, we can probably coordinate with the outside to safely air-drop supplies we need." She stops and things for a minute. "Though... how is our radio contact, cesium? Are we still on the air?"
"In any case, I'm glad to know Einhorn is safe, and I also don't understand Gareth's objections to testing. Two of us have undergone it, and it's been perfectly harmless."
de_la_Nae:
"Well...think about it. If we test everyone and everything, and find nothing, okay. But if we find even one Thing, then we'd have to retest people, wouldn't we? This could go on a while. And, I've got no idea what our stores are. Seems to me like it's been a while since the last supply runner, but..." She shrugs.
Zingoleb:
"Gamey leg! Don't eat me. Leg's gamey. Gam*hic*game*hic* bad leg. Damn my leg!"
The commander, at some point after his initial celebratory drink, seemed to had found room for several more. Of course, the motion required to properly damn his apparently gamey leg sent him entirely off balance, and he crashed mightily to the floor. "Ain't No Thing Gonna Eat These Legs!" he says loudly and with bizarrely perfect enunciation, though the belch that punctuates it is a little less than formal. It seems almost as if he's speaking to a voice that no one else heard.
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