[Scaramouche basks in the stunned silence of those that remain, following the mercenary through the crowd and beaming every step of the way. Once they're out of the park, he turns to his accomplice. He doesn't know this guy's name and he doesn't care.]
Well, thanks for the sap.
[He offers him the half-empty, lidless jar. He's got no use for it.]
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Well, thanks for the sap.
[He offers him the half-empty, lidless jar. He's got no use for it.]