[Carlisle eyes the truck, uncertain of what -- if any -- supplies it could possibly contain that would make it worth risking a trek through the irradiated wasteland to the undead-infested store, but he assumes Qubit knows something about it that he doesn't. He's more familiar with the Whole Foods itself, after all.]
Hideous. [His sneer is practically palpable, even through his rad suit.] Birds do not cry like that. And if we open this thing and there are birds in there, I'm going home.
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Hideous. [His sneer is practically palpable, even through his rad suit.] Birds do not cry like that. And if we open this thing and there are birds in there, I'm going home.