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Roger grabbed her arm. "Yeah, why wouldn't we? We need somewhere to keep prisoners."
Roger grabbed her arm. "Yeah, why wouldn't we? We need somewhere to keep prisoners."
“Ow.” Lucille whined, “Didn’t the other dude say you guys never have company?”
"Yeah but when we do, we're prepared!" He shoved her into a cell and slammed the door.
“Ow.” She muttered.
Roger grabbed Tyson next. "In you go!"
Tyson stumbled onto the cell bench.
“Are you okay? Is your leg okay?”
'Which one?" He groaned.
“Right.” Lucille said, remembering that both of his eggs were hurt. “Both of them.”
(His eggs were indeed hurt you're right)
"I don't think my legs have been okay since I got here."
(Oh flip.
I can English.)
“That’s true. Does it hurt even more?”
(lol)
"Yep!" He grimaced.
(Hey hey do they still have the Narnia bag or nah.)
Lucille sighed.
(Yeah I think they do)
Lucille felt her back, she froze. “They’re complete idiots.”
"What?" Tyson squeezed his eyes shut because of the pain.
“I still have the Narnia backpack.” Lucille sighed.
"Oh good! That helps us how?"
Lucille looked at him and blinked. “Well for one we can properly wrap your broken leg. And I saw a pair of crutches in there.”
He took a deep breath. "Okay. Wait, crutches?"
“Yes.”
"Unbelievable." He clutched his leg. "Could you hurry?"
“Right,” Lucille said, getting out the dressing or something…
And she did the stuffs to wrap the leggg. And egg.
I’m sorry.
(Gosh, Hermione's bag from Deathly Hallows…)
(lol egg)
Tyson smiled. "Thanks."
“You’re welcome,” she grinned, “does it feel better?”
"A little. Especially with that paste you put on."
“That’s good to hear.” Lucille nodded.
Dexter had been shoved into the cell next to them and was currently shouting obscenities at the Fae.
Tyson rolled his eyes. "Do you have a handkerchief so i can shut him up?"
“No no, let him.”
Tyson stared at her. "Why?"
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