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Jack: He walks into the woods, dropping his valuables down his hole. He puts his pickaxe in his bag.
(You should) Jack: Follows behind Blake.
Jack: "I can turn it off, just not for long."
Jack: He takes out his laptop, typing. "They have a distress signal, so I can't disable them for long. You'll have to hurry. "
Jack: "And I need to do... What?"
Jack: "Alright, but what exactly are we looking for?"
Jack: "Like for monks? Why the hell would we rob it?"
Jack: "Woah, what is this place?"
Jack: "Let's just make it quick." He says.
Jack: "Oooh." He whines. "Ark said we were getting dinner. Never said a mission."
Jack: "Aren't we just getting dinner?" He asks.
Jack: "Shotgun!" He yells as he runs toward the garage.
Jack: "Me!" He yells to Ark, his eyes still closed.
Jack: He drags his pickaxe across the ground, occasionally stopping and hitting rock with it.
(As to what Mag and FF have to do together is beyond me. :lol:
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(Desperate to make a perfect character?)
Jack: He walks through rebel camp, looking around.
Jack: He climbs out of the hole, coughing. "Dusty today."
(Scratch than) Jack: He pulls his feet up, making room for Silver.