"If that happens, we just gotta do what we did in Montana." He grins, chucking more sugar into the fire before pumping his fist. "Round up the gang and beat the shit outta anyone who tries to take our home."
Not that he, like, thinks of the ship as home or anything. But he isn't going home, soooo, transitive property, this is home now. Right? Right.
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Not that he, like, thinks of the ship as home or anything. But he isn't going home, soooo, transitive property, this is home now. Right? Right.