"If there's one thing you can say about the Mall, it's that its public transport is amazing."
I put a few notes in the dead taxi driver's charred hand.
Knife flips Trilby over his head, grabs the hose pipe out of his hands and throws it in the still flaming taxi. "Mate, chill, what do you need fucking money for anyway?"
"Yes, but people who don't have literally everything they can imagine DO need it. Plus, money has many other uses. For example, clothing."
I put on a three piece suit, including top hat, monocle and cane, all made out of money.
"Camping equipment."
I put down a money-tent, money-sleeping bag etc.
"And weaponry."
I draw two revolvers made of coins.
"If you'd clean out your fucking ears once in a while, I only ever said YOU don't need money."
"Though as for the money weaponry, clothing and camping equipment....well I can't really argue with you there, touché sir."
"Hah! Because using a sword will hurt them better than the cannon. Which did nothing. Your logic is infallible Woon." I smack Woon round the back of the head.
"Hah! Because using a sword will hurt them better than the cannon. Which did nothing. Your logic is infallible Woon." I smack Woon round the back of the head.
"No it didn't. The scenies are immune to conventional fire. Didn't you hear the narrator? During the fight? He told you the cannon didn't work essentially. Therefore, a sword will do even less damage. A.K.A, none at all."
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