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Jack: "Nothing, it's been quiet. Heard some people from the Isles are turning up around here."
Jack: He climbs up next to him. "I owe ya."
Jack: "Thanks." He says as he follow behind him.
Jack: "Ah." He says, as he jumps up to reach the door handle to the pub.
Jack: "That thing fits in a tree?" He asks.
Jack: He steps off. "Now what do you do with it?"
Jack: "This is why I live underground."
Jack: He climbs onto the back. His face grimaces. "Never really trusted these things."
Jack: "Mind if I ride? My feet are killing me."
Jack: "Count me in."
Jack: "That's always a plus, you going anywhere?"
Jack: "I wish, it's been awhile since we had any excitement in our day." He says, emerging from his hole.
Jack: "So, anything big happening today?" He shouts.
Jack: "Not out here, in the fresh air."
Jack: "I could dig you a bed. Real nice work, real dirt." He offers.
Jack: "Is it tiring?"
Jack: He digs a fast hole under a tree, completely disappearing from Colts view. "Is it hard to do that?" He yells out.
Jack: "How's that going, what can you do?"
Jack: "Aww that's sweet, mind putting that rock." He says pointing "over there?"
*things not thanks