the death cry of the scrab perks up Kelp. He rolls over, muttering something about cruelty of others, and picks up his guns, stuffing them into the holsters. Then he picks up his sniper rifle, changes clips, and stands up, shaking off sleep.
"Dammit, i gotta get to pyke. Hope that Asmitt is still there, thought. I think i missed him. well, i need a new weapon. maybe i can pawn off one of these pistols. one is gettin' worn on the handles. Anyone coming with?"
Kili rolls over but doesn't get up. "After breakfast."
Just then, they hear the gunshots ripping the noon air.
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