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Bob. (silent_bob) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Moving his attention away from the dusty ass counter and its stupid jewelery, Bob continued his search along the outside wall. There was the knicknack shelf that he had ganked the golden calf off of yesterday, and the shelf where Cheryl had found the can opener, too. Bending over, Bob peered into the recesses of the dark shelf, kind of fucking scared to stick his hand back there. There could be a fucking rat or raccoon or some shit waiting to take away his hand. Fuck that shit. Reaching up he took velvet Elvis and used the King's head to poke and prod at the cobwebs and dust. No fucking dice. Best he came up with was a fork, and that wasn't going to work.

Hearing Andy's comment about stapling Bob poked his head up with a rather unamused expression. Damn skippy nobody was going to staple him shut. There was no fucking sewing kit here in household items. Dammit.

Bob was feeling momentarily defeated. Making his way back to the middle of the store he shrugged. No fucking luck.