"Or maybe we're actually being competen- yeah, this is too easy."
I hand Salt a jacket made of explosives.
"If something does attack us, give it a big ol' hug."
"Alright, let's grab this fucking door and go. So long as this isn't the very next item gone up to bid and we have to get it out right before it's sold."
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