Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20190221180657

Mordekai spins the quill before grasping it with great hostility as he marhes bak to the side of the van. His bag falls from the side, whim to his hands unzipping the top for his bounty to be exposed to his eyes. Among the wrapped plates of pizzas, hotdogs and what not, lies the stacks of fireworks re-worked as explosives.

He picks one as well as one of his tools, brifly stopping to look at Ed "Friend. Do me a solid and give the inn a ringer. Considering our bud literally died to power that inn of that old woman, I doubt she'd slam the door down on our request for supplies"