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fandomtownies2021-10-01 07:53 am
firstofitskind) wrote in fandomtownies2021-10-01 07:53 am
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Trooper Station, Friday
Anybody who walked into the station today would be hard-pressed to miss the pile of junk that was currently occupying the floor.
"I don't know why I have to keep saying this," Liam was telling theNPC resident who'd just swung by to drop off what looked like half of a cello, "but 'Recycling Amnesty Day' is not a thing."
Deep breath.
"There's literally a junkyard a block from here!" he exclaimed in exasperation. He nudged at the junk pile with one foot, and an extremely disgruntled-looking raccoon popped out from amidst the trash. "Don't you start," Liam told it darkly.
"You two," he gestured at Ralph and the Trooper standing next to him. "Get all this crap over to the junkyard, stat. And I want someone posted outside to redirect anyone else who's somehow got it into their head that this is the place to drop off anything they can't recycle."
"I don't know why I have to keep saying this," Liam was telling the
Deep breath.
"There's literally a junkyard a block from here!" he exclaimed in exasperation. He nudged at the junk pile with one foot, and an extremely disgruntled-looking raccoon popped out from amidst the trash. "Don't you start," Liam told it darkly.
"You two," he gestured at Ralph and the Trooper standing next to him. "Get all this crap over to the junkyard, stat. And I want someone posted outside to redirect anyone else who's somehow got it into their head that this is the place to drop off anything they can't recycle."