Firefly Glen Joey, baby, don't get crazy

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He chuckled when Osiris admitted that he hadn'r necessarily considered the flinging of dirt, but Bronco simply nodded his head, not wanting to make Osiris feel short-sighted. The only reason that Bronco had come up with the suggestion was that he had been hit in the face with dirt before- and he wasn't necessarily keen on having it happen again. Regardless, when Osiris offered him the choice, he gestured toward the top off the hillside. “You g'wan and get started, I'll work on fillin' them in from the bottom here.” He realized that both tasks would take a fair bit of effort, but given the fact tha he was the one who'd come up with a potentially crazy idea, he figured he ought to prepared himself for getting dirty.

He started scuffling what loose dirt he could find into the nearby gopher holes, keeping himself busy while Osiris found his own position, before he glanced up the hill, squinting slightly against the bright skyline, and chuffed- indicating that he was ready to start as soon as Osiris sent the dirt flinging down the hill.