[ Ed squints at the twig of a man who's come up to him. Jesus. Talk about snap-able in a small breeze. He looks back at the not-sheep. Goat. Yeah, all right, he can see it. A goat. Mostly 'cause he remembers when Fang took his goat on board. Whatever happened to him?
Must've lost track of it. Hopefully not...overboard. The goat, that is, not Fang. Fang's fine. Doing great. Definitely better than Ed's doing. ]
What, all this? Naw— [ He waves his hands at the pile of stuff. ] They just kept shoving it at me while I was having a chat with Billy here. Think they want me to give them to everyone, but fuck if I know where I'm supposed to go. Hey, you know a...
[ Goat solidly forgotten (it's now chewing on the edge of the blanket), he picks up one of the tins and flips it around in his hands until he catches a name written at the bottom. ]
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Must've lost track of it. Hopefully not...overboard. The goat, that is, not Fang. Fang's fine. Doing great. Definitely better than Ed's doing. ]
What, all this? Naw— [ He waves his hands at the pile of stuff. ] They just kept shoving it at me while I was having a chat with Billy here. Think they want me to give them to everyone, but fuck if I know where I'm supposed to go. Hey, you know a...
[ Goat solidly forgotten (it's now chewing on the edge of the blanket), he picks up one of the tins and flips it around in his hands until he catches a name written at the bottom. ]
—Ingrid Fletcher around here?