30th

[orangetoughguy]

Okay picture this: Bill Murray. He's made up like a zombie or whatever but who the hell cares? It's Bill fuckin' Murray and some guy who looks like a rough neck drifter Woody Boyd. Toking up. Together. Playing Ghostbusters.

With me. With motherfuckin' me.

I gotta sleep after car bombs and cereal bars again.

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[boutant]

It could be useful. [ She goes to tap her fingers in thought again before grimacing; she forgot about her sliced up hand. ] If nothing else, it's a way to kill time.

[ She wonders if Stark's off-the-wall enough to pay her for constructing it. Maybe if she makes a good argument... ]

[orangetoughguy]

When you're feelin' better I'll bring you a bucket.

[boutant]

Will you help out, or are you going to trust me with your legos?

[orangetoughguy]

Do you want my help?

[boutant]

I don't know the city as well as other people do. [ Which hurts to admit. Her poor ego. ]