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Fuck it. Writeup #6.
>"Alright guys, let's try for a quickie, I don't want this guy dropping dead without us involved. Mox, you got the Hazards Kit™?"
>"It should still be in the closet somewhere from last time," Moxxie answered, scratching his chin, "but if I might, sir, isn't it a bit overkill? We could just shove him down the stairs and achieve the same result, couldn't we?"
>"He lives in a ranch style, Moxxie, no stairs there unless you count the porch."
>You spied Moxxie jotting Blitzo's words down onto a little notepad, "rollerskates... on porch, got it..."
>"Ya mind if we clean out the kit before we get goin'? That old Wackford stuff don't work worth a damn."
>"You kidding? You remember the exploding birthday candles? They're fuckin' hilarious!"
>"Sir, those were just candles packed with an obscene amount of nitroglycerin. I'm not even sure we should be storing them at the office."
>"Plus the head splatter ain't foolin' no one."
>you grimaced a bit
>you'd already been used to the macabre nature of the show as an outsider, but now that you were a participant the sheer callousness of it all was deeply unsettling
>this was an actual life now after all
>then again, there was a confirmed afterlife here, so maybe life here truly is more trivial than you're used to?
>come to think of it, you were a hellborn now...
>what would happen to you if...?
>you shake your head, and push that thought as far from your mind as you can
>right now, you had to cram as much magical studying as you could into what...
>20 minutes?
