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The Docks | Saturday Evening
The fog around the docks was thick as always, the perfect place to skulk about when you were up to no good. John wasn't up to anything good, a single rose tucked into his lapel as he stalked about the docks. He'd received both flowers and a special message from a heavy breather and wondered idly what that could possibly be about. Perhaps some old flame returned, not that it mattered. Too busy to deal with nonsense, John glared out into the murky dusk to brood about the state of his soul.
Somehow he'd get Skywalker, Bass, and those incestuous Winchesters. He'd make them pay for what they'd done, turning him into a murderer and a thug. He was a Sheppard for Christ's sake! His people raised ponies in Vermont!
One day, when this was all over, he'd return to his adopted family and embrace their pacifist way of life once more. But first, that bitch Charles had to die!
[Docks are open.]
Somehow he'd get Skywalker, Bass, and those incestuous Winchesters. He'd make them pay for what they'd done, turning him into a murderer and a thug. He was a Sheppard for Christ's sake! His people raised ponies in Vermont!
One day, when this was all over, he'd return to his adopted family and embrace their pacifist way of life once more. But first, that bitch Charles had to die!
[Docks are open.]
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"All right," he said, nodding. "Wanna go to the bar?"
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