[ as soon as he's given the go-ahead, lance releases any sort of hold he's got on the thing, and the puox takes off in a mad dash towards the nearest brush. lance is left on his back, breathing heavily, hands a little red and raw from holding on so tightly to the bones, but he's picking himself up before long anyway. ]
You think that'll be enough to get us our money?
[ he's wondering how easy it will be to even find another at this rate... what if that one's gone and told its friends. ]
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You think that'll be enough to get us our money?
[ he's wondering how easy it will be to even find another at this rate... what if that one's gone and told its friends. ]