in my woodshop, of course. where else would i keep a lathe?
[ She's going to have to go bother Joel to get him to show her what the fuck to do so she doesn't embarrass herself if this stupid joke — she's pretty sure it's just a joke, but who knows? — goes any further. ]
[ Is it tempting to make fun of Steve? Of course it is. And she's not good at resisting temptation. But despite what he says, she's not actually mean, and Steve's still new in town and he's had a rough go of it lately.
She's been recuperating in warmth and safety for months. She can afford to be kind. Ish. ]
i can't help with bullets and shit, you gotta talk to maria miller about getting on patrol duty and they'll make you pass a test first, but the baseball bat i can probably swing. metaphorically. i've never swung an actual bat in my life.
[ Random pieces of wood or pipe? Yes. An actual baseball bat? No. ]
Thanks for clarifying nothing but your own sick mind, Munson.
Munitions isn't just bullets. It's like... equipment and stuff. Weapons. Storage.
You'll have to do more than metaphorically swing it. It's gotta be weighted and shit. You think Byers and I got here by luck? No. It was a baseball bat.
alright sun tzu slow your roll i was trying to be nice. fine. my point still stands, though, you gotta pass a physical and shit before you're put on patrol. but that can be dealt with later after we get you your incredibly specific piece of wood.
jeez. you're worse than my uncle ever was about this shit.
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[No taking random boards, check. And Tommy scares the hell outta him, just for the record.]
So where's your lathe?
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just wanted to make sure.
in my woodshop, of course. where else would i keep a lathe?
[ She's going to have to go bother Joel to get him to show her what the fuck to do so she doesn't embarrass herself if this stupid joke — she's pretty sure it's just a joke, but who knows? — goes any further. ]
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[ So she doesn't have to answer, perfect. ]
because of my winning personality, obviously.
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[ Like she doesn't hang on every word that comes out of that man's mouth. Look. It's different, okay, shut up. ]
and yes. that's exactly what i'm telling you.
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Munson listen don't actually tell him that. Obviously why would you do that. You don't need to do that.
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You're a mean person. A very mean person.
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People didn't have to do that. You're lying.
But if you're not that would be awful they're like really aggressive.
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no. i never slept beside a raccoon.
some did get in our kitchen once but we convinced them to leave.
[ Wayne chased them out and refused to let Eddie adopt one before he boarded up the hole they crawled in through. ]
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you know what forget it. I'll find someone on my own to help me with my munitions.
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did you break your hand or something?
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[ Is it tempting to make fun of Steve? Of course it is. And she's not good at resisting temptation. But despite what he says, she's not actually mean, and Steve's still new in town and he's had a rough go of it lately.
She's been recuperating in warmth and safety for months. She can afford to be kind. Ish. ]
i can't help with bullets and shit, you gotta talk to maria miller about getting on patrol duty and they'll make you pass a test first, but the baseball bat i can probably swing. metaphorically. i've never swung an actual bat in my life.
[ Random pieces of wood or pipe? Yes. An actual baseball bat? No. ]
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Munitions isn't just bullets. It's like... equipment and stuff. Weapons. Storage.
You'll have to do more than metaphorically swing it. It's gotta be weighted and shit. You think Byers and I got here by luck? No. It was a baseball bat.
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alright sun tzu slow your roll i was trying to be nice. fine. my point still stands, though, you gotta pass a physical and shit before you're put on patrol. but that can be dealt with later after we get you your incredibly specific piece of wood.
jeez. you're worse than my uncle ever was about this shit.
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Second how the hell did I end up in the same town as you.
Also who said I wanted to patrol?
And what, your uncle liked baseball?
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don't ask me that, you're the one who followed me here. i found jackson first.
forgive me for my incredibly obvious assumption.
yes. and that's all i'm going to say on the matter so it's time to change the subject.
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