"Simms, no offence, but how do I know this? None of us have seen another town! There don't seem to be any villagers here either! It's a blacksmith, you, the barkeep, and some hotel I haven't been in! Why are we all so willing to kill kids?!"
I slap Zombie.
"Dammit, man, now is not the time for your moral qualms! We have scene kids descending upon this town. Scene kids. This is your QUEST. Sometimes, we will have to do some shitty things. But that doesn't mean you should quit! NOW GO BEAT UP SOME FUCKING ANGSTY TEENS!"
"Urgh. Alright, let's explain this one at a time. Salt, I saw the entire universe when I reset it. And Tril, my quest does not mean mindless killing. I've got something to do."
I walk towards the kids.
"Maybe it isn't..."
I put down a bag full of hair dye, hair spray, clip on piercings, make-up and other such items.
"Up for some undercover work, Paddy?"
"IF I MAKE IT OUT OF THIS, I WILL LITERALLY TEAR YOUR LIMBS OFF ONE BY ONE AND FEED THEM TO MY RHINOS ZOMB! I AM NEVER FUCKING FORGIVING YOU FOR THIS!"
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