“Well, if it’s a week it’s almost over at least,” Travis said. “And we’ve got me, Probie, Miss Teen USA, that weirdly cylindrical meep guy, the pirate, and Stark. And — now you guys. At least we won’t all have to live off the food in the station anymore.”
Travis had put out a fire at Hannibal’s place. He’d seen that kitchen.
“Oh, hey, tell me you have alcohol. The drinkable kind. Got plenty of isopropyl.”
Re: New arrivals
Travis had put out a fire at Hannibal’s place. He’d seen that kitchen.
“Oh, hey, tell me you have alcohol. The drinkable kind. Got plenty of isopropyl.”