Nimol looked up at the outlaw mud, "It's Scrab meat". He looked at the supply bag, "Yeah, I got it all from the factory, took my an age to drag it all back here!". He chuckled to himself and then bit off another piece of the Scrab meat. Nimol leaned back and sighed, "This isn't a bad way to live a life".
Nimol started twirling his pistols lazily, he kept this going for a while but then got bored and put them down again. He put the rest of the Scrab meat on a plate and let it cool for a while. He yawned and then sat down on his bed. He would take a small nap, that would give him some energy.
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