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Pickles the Drummer (notgherkin) wrote in utr_logs,

"Thing is," Pickles said, taking a hit off the pipe, holding it in before he turned in the seat to better look at the roadie, "I don't think that dude's gunna be killin' anyone. High profile, you know? If he does, he ain't gunna get too far with it." He leaned across to open up the glove box, making Skwisgaar lean back with a sneer.
The redhead offered a vial to Robyn, "And you'd better make it last, chickie. I ain't got more'n this. You said it'd be nice?" He shook his head, "Nah, I don't think many people'll get far here with killin' others. I mean... like..." Pickles shook his head, "Okay, you ain't gunna believe me. Batman's here. And Iron Man. An' like, a shitload of mutants and a couple of other superheroes I ain't ever heard of before, an' y'know. Superheroes." He scowled. "Effin' superheroes."