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explosion explosion bang bang bang yowwwwwwwwwww!!


Oh... Ow... *cough* wh—where are we...


My head, oh fuck...


Where am I? I've got to get this grass off me *cough* augh. It Is Certain are you okay? Answer me god damn it!

🎱 Most likely

Aw shit no you have to certain It Is Certain, we'll find a way so you can get better it's alright... come on I'll put you in my suitcase for now. Thank god my suitcase didn't open up when that train collapsed, or like fell? Derailed? I don't know, just glad my LE FLUER* isn't stained with the dew of this grass, why is this grass so dewey either way...
Hello? Any motherfuckers alive?

*Echoes*

Hello? You ain't have to be playing with me guys...

*Echoes*

Whatever, they don't call me Sir Bauldelaire for nothin', lets just try to hitchhike our way out of here It Is Certain.
You probably can't hear me at all in there huh?


Fuck this day dude... but how could I be mad at you my love? This scenery is gorgeous!


Never thought I would devote myself to hitchhiking as a last ditch effort, maybe walking to a bus stop would be better, probably is.

In California, you spend most of your life in cars.
Moving, traveling, searching for somewhere to land.
I don’t mind tip-toeing across the globe for thrills.

So this really doesn't bug me all that much, car, train, bus, airplane, you know, whatever gets you to the other side is what matters, not how you do, but that you got there in the first place.

I feel the suitcase lug my arm like an anchor with all everything it packed inside, like it wants to be free like me and escape. Pulling itself down, just so it can get the chance to feel grounded, like its in one place. Rather than seeing everything, it wants to free by being settled, by having one place where it should be and has to be, I feel like the opposite of it, I feel free in my own way, everyone feels free in their own way too, going across many places like it's an average afternoon really kicks me into that idea.


It's night and I'm so tired, tired.


Switching buses left and right, how could I rest my mind without a timer?

I took a shit ton of buses to even travel after whatever the fuck that accident was, just me, my suitcase, It Is Certain and— oh yeah, the jump rope! That was the entire reason I was going travelling to Flog Gnaw. I'm prepared as FUCK to beat the shit out of him, I know he likes to use guns, that's how he puncutured Slater's tires. I bet I could dodge them, they don't call me Bunny Hop for no reason.

I just wonder how he's going to act, I haven't seen this guy in such a long time, he hasn't seen me too, I'll catch him on sight. You never met this guy obviously It Is Certain, but I swear hes the biggest bitch you'll ever meet.

🎱 My sources say no

Dude, yes he is, I'll kill you with that bitch haha.

Was that good enough for you? You fucking pussy!

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