CS lay down, become a slob like he used to be. He was becoming what he was, when he was alive, well, before he was shipped to Soulstorm Brewery. A lazy, slob. He just realised, sligs get as much freedom as the muds around here, so he didn't bother to patrol anymore. But he knew, he couldn't be too lazy, else he would get skinny, and the steroids would wear off. He went back outside, and sat next to Nick again.
CS: Pass me on of those sandwiches, Dean.
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