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C'mon ya tubba guts, how long does it take to take a dump? Indra's surly voice carried as she kept watch over Gun, as they had shared a breakfast and somehow it hadn't sit right with the dog. She kicked at some debris and her attention waned until a sharp smell hit her nose, and Indra's face wrinkled.
Before she could say anything else, there came an alert on the airways from Colt; he sounded farther from two-rivers than usual, plus it was the tone itself. Aye! Hurrit up, fatass! That's the gang-call.
Screw waitin' the girl thought, pacing by the trees.
Gun would catch up.