Antecedently: The people were ASTONISHED at his doctrine; you’re WELCOME for your new shed-skylight; we brooch Gattlebee’s compound We prepare to make our egress bearing our escort-mission burden1, whom we have made up like a courier; he disables the remaining yard-traps that we were supposed to deal with last time but we cut across it instead which is why we ran out of runway last time. They’re all nonlethal, you’d have to try to kill yourself on them, and I would love to know what makes you think I wouldn’t. We make our way into the city and take to the bridge, the most direct route to whatever the hell that brewery is called he’s insisting we stop at2. Amy suggests we split up, and Isaac says we should get the lay of the land first, because he’s the grownup and we find that things generally go better when we listen to him. Amy suggests I follow her, and Spirit Halloween Cid Highwind will stick with Riggy; we’ll go first by 30 seconds, then they’ll follow. I ask if we can roll to…
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