Wolfwood clicks his tongue, picking his gun back up and slinging it over his shoulder, the barrel smoking. He has to hope that Ain doesn't have more mannequins hiding in his basement, but otherwise...they should be fine now.
He comes back inside, propping the gun up against the wall.]
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Wolfwood clicks his tongue, picking his gun back up and slinging it over his shoulder, the barrel smoking. He has to hope that Ain doesn't have more mannequins hiding in his basement, but otherwise...they should be fine now.
He comes back inside, propping the gun up against the wall.]
There. Lets see 'em come back from THAT.