Thank god this is still a suicide mission. Mary Grace was getting a little worried folks were about to get all self-preservation happy on her, and at four shots deep, Mary Grace O'Malley ain't here for her health.
"Anything to stop the Bob Dylan," she mutters, running her fingers along the lichen-covered walls as she walks. She takes a few pictures, but it all looks the same. Lichen and gray and flickering lights followed by lichen and gray and more flickering lights. Like a nightmare about working in an office. "Hope you ain't down here to sacrifice us to get the rest of the album." She raises an eyebrow at Pouch. She's razzing him, but she's also kind of serious. Don't sacrifice them for the rest of the album. You can just buy that on WizAmazon.
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
"Anything to stop the Bob Dylan," she mutters, running her fingers along the lichen-covered walls as she walks. She takes a few pictures, but it all looks the same. Lichen and gray and flickering lights followed by lichen and gray and more flickering lights. Like a nightmare about working in an office. "Hope you ain't down here to sacrifice us to get the rest of the album." She raises an eyebrow at Pouch. She's razzing him, but she's also kind of serious. Don't sacrifice them for the rest of the album. You can just buy that on WizAmazon.