"Linc? Liii-iiinc? Ah... LINC!"
Nothing happened. Wash ploughed on regardless.
"It's me, Wash. You know, the dirty one? I came all the way up here to see you. Aren't you even going to say hi?"
"..."
"The animals are running riot in the stock yeards, and only you have the skill with a mop to clean up after them. Do you accept your mission?"
Linc lay there.
Ugh. I don't know what they expect of me here. In my experience people need more than a couple of hours rest after major surgery.
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