"Fuck, Xot stay as still as you can ok?" Knife says, kneeling beside Xot as he pulls out a bottle and forces it the wounded mans lips. As a combination of vodka and health potion forces it's way down Xot's gullet the pain in his back starts to lessen as his back slowly heals.
"We are the worst fucking mall fighters ever. Of all time." I pick up Xot, and sit him in a van. I then get in the drivers seat.
"It ain't the G-Van, but it'll have to do. Everyone get it."
"Yeah, I know. So that's what we're gonna do." I let everyone pile into the van, before asking,
"Alright, anything we need to do before we follow this mysterious blue light to our possible doom? Just asking."
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