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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Work is... good," he said with a little nod. "That's probably about as much as I can say without turning into a killer." He raised his glass of pumpkin juice to his lips, joking despite the straight face he had. He didn't think he could kill anyone even if he tried, even if he were in backed into a corner. Well, maybe if he were backed into a corner, though he couldn't imagining doing such a thing. He hoped he'd never find out if he would, even in self-defence.

"Bongos? Is this... a poetry reading? Will this next set be done as such? If so, can we leave?" he asked, looking over at Ernie. He was joking, at least a little bit, but part of him did wonder if they could walk out if this next performance was just someone dramatically speaking the lyrics of whichever band was being covered next.