IC; repairs

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[There's a novelist sitting outside, leaning on a cabin wall out of the sun and smoking. The roof of the cabin is caved in, as if something landed on it... or it landed on itself, upside down. There are some building materials in a pile off to the side.

He appears to be waiting for something.]

Comments

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Old school.

[takes one, looking it over]

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[has the other and is sawing to satoshi's specifications]

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[starts sawing with SUPERSPEED

u-until the board nearly catches on fire]

Balls.

[waits for the blade to cool before resuming. still fast but not fast]

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

[yeeeeeah, slow down there]

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[friction is not a personal problem i have okay ;; doing better now]

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[good boy. it's up to us because satoshi is a weakling.]

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[he does look pretty noodley. but i will saw without complaint because it gives me a thing to do]

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[working our way through the pile go go!]

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[we are MASTERS of SAWING...okay maybe not but at least a lot of boards got cut into pieces hell yeah]

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[separating the different lengths into piles]

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[i will just stand here until you boss me some more]