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"What exactly are you thinking of?"
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[i]"Something more reactive than my ex, I need shit to blow up." [/i]
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"I don't keep explosives."
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[i]"I know. But some sort of hyper reactive metal goes a long way." [/i]
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"I don't, mostly because I don't want to blow up my shop/house/car."
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[i]"Shophousecar?" [/i] [spoiler]Whenever someone uses devices like a "/" in writing, JT immediately takes the jackass route. [/spoiler]
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"Yeah. Not gonna risk that blowing up."
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[i]"Right. Then just bismuth and bronze." [/i]
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"No problem, shouldn't take long."
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Edited by JayTea: 9/26/2017 11:26:10 PM[i]"Alright, I'll wait 'ere."[/i]
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She heads into the back and the clocks stop again. One minute later they tick once.
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[i]"Some slow ass clocks on these walls." [/i]
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Silence.
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[i]"..."[/i]
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About an hour later, the clocks set to the right time and start ticking again
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[i]"Hey lady, I think your clocks out here are broken!"[/i]
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"No they're working just as they're meant to." She walks out and hands him the requested clock
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[i]"Whatever you say." [/i]
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She smiles a little. "Anything else?"
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[i]"That'll be all." [/i]
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"Alright. Thank you for your patronage."
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[i]JT took the clock pendant and swiftly walked out the door. [/i]
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[spoiler]end I suppose [/spoiler]