[ Tony squints into the distance, counting right, left, and forward. Straight forward- a skull. Well fuck that path. Left, chest, right- another skull. Only one obvious path, then. Tony uncaps the painkillers and dry swallows three, shoving the bottle back into his pocket. ]
Take four to your left, see if you pick up anything useful. [ like a 'skip to the end' card. They make those, right? Right. ]
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Take four to your left, see if you pick up anything useful. [ like a 'skip to the end' card. They make those, right? Right. ]