[ it's the night after all the reporters started stalking around town, swarming people left and right, and here's Yin knocking on May's door. sort of. ]
Lower the fucking plank, May!
[ that's the sound of (1) moderately angry Jinjing and the dense metallic rattle of (12) cans of beer. ]
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Lower the fucking plank, May!
[ that's the sound of (1) moderately angry Jinjing and the dense metallic rattle of (12) cans of beer. ]