A Drafting Table Named "Ashton" has stolen my heart...

Yup.
 
Topp is the Archbishop o' the Church o' Dystopian Catholicism.

Ah needed someone fer the job.
 
Yup.
 
Is is it "In Ryker we trust"?
 
'Is day 'as lang been forseen...

AS IT IS WRITTEN, INNA BOOK O' RYKER!!!
 
.......

Does your premonition foretell me punching you in the face for redundancy?
 
*Snarls and tackles Ryker, about to punch his face, then stops and then grabs his book and throws it away, storming off*
 
Whit 'as been written canno' be undone...

...as it is written inna book o' Ryker...
 
*SNARLS AND TACKLES RYKER AGAIN, then drags him back to the closet and walks out an hour later*

If it's gonna happen, might as well enjoy my time before it does.... wait...
 
*WMD reloads the bolter then looks to Julez*

Should i continue?
 
*Looks away*

...Ashton... I'm going back to Deimon... you understand.... right?

*The table breaks in half, she watches, wide-eyed*

....He commited suicide?.....

O... oh well... DEIMON?!
 
*Rolls up in a black van, and a group of masked men pile the pieces of Ashton into the back whilst Grumpy stands at the front with a sign reading 'NOTHING TO SEE HERE FOLKS, CARRY THE FUCK ON'*

Seriously, you're imagining things. We're not even here.

*The men pile into the van and drive off*
 
*Carl shoulders a Javelin and pops the van with the anti-tank missile.*

Target neutralized.

There's nothing left of it.

Same difference.
 
*Grumpy is left standing in a smoking wreck*

Next time, we're taking the fucking dimension door...
 
.... Ok, Deimon... my drafting table is dead... I want to come back.... please...
 
.... Oh.

You..... you did....

*Julez whimpers then looks at the ground*

...oh....
 
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