[ There is suddenly a knife at your throat, and a broad, firm body at your back. Whatever's back there reeks of sweat and blood and booze. The knife presses against the skin of your neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, not yet. ]
Hullo there. No screaming, if you please.
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And what have you been hearing?
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Have you checked my second closet?
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I have not. Technically. No.
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Could do.
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[ headed towards the slightly redecorated Captain's Quarters ]
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What happened to all my books?!
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[ but still, heads over to the well-abused secret lever and pulls ]
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[ yeah, that may be his sticking point at the moment, rip lucius. ]