"you've seem to got a solid head on those shoulders, lad. try not to get on god's badside again- i'd hate to actually have to do something to you." (rattlejack eyes raymond for a second.) "time will tell if god let's get away with this." (rattlejack's bones noticably dawn a more relaxed posture. he sits back down, turning away from raymond to face his table.) "get lost."

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