[Somehow, he feels worse for the dog than he does about the whole 'things materializing out of nothing for no reason' ordeal.
He needs a god damn cigarette.
Two seconds of fishing and he digs one out of his pocket, pops it in his mouth and goes searching for a match.]
Then I guess we should keep looking. I had a nice bottle of Scotch squirreled away at the Bureau. You never know. [He mutters sardonically, the cigarette bobbing with every word.]
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He needs a god damn cigarette.
Two seconds of fishing and he digs one out of his pocket, pops it in his mouth and goes searching for a match.]
Then I guess we should keep looking. I had a nice bottle of Scotch squirreled away at the Bureau. You never know. [He mutters sardonically, the cigarette bobbing with every word.]