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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[tetractys]

[Obviously he's just excited to go to the Enclosure, that's his cover story and he's sticking to it.]

I'M GONNA START A SMALL BUSINESS! IT'S VERY RESPONSIBLE OF ME!

[therushingsky]

Shit, really?

[Who loves business? Rhys loves business!]

I mean, I don't know if that rules you right off the list of evil and irresponsible shit to do, but I'm super here for it.

[He pulls open the door, pushing it open to reveal the boxes of weird junk still safely in place.]

[tetractys]

[Bill floats in, surveying the space and rubbing his little hands.]

INMATES NEED A BAR! AND THE PEOPLE OF THIS SHIP NEED A PLACE TO BUY CIGARETTES AND OTHER DRUGS! AND I NEED TO HAVE SOMETHING PEOPLE WANT SO THEY HAVE TO ASK ME FOR IT!

[He picks up a box, somehow, which definitely weighs more than he does. It's just magic. He's gonna head towards the door with it.]

[therushingsky]

Ooooh, you're gonna start a blackmarket?

[Rhys you absolutely should not be helping with this.]

That's cool. And I feel like that's a service this place could use!

[He grabs a box of his own though, following Bill out of the room.]

Um, you aren't cutting me in on this to get me demoted before I can leave, right?

[tetractys]

NAH! YOU SEEM LIKE YOU TOOK MY LOOPHOLE TO HEART!

[Gently nudges Rhys with the box in a friendly way, he's just gonna set it outside for now. Clear out the room, then throw it all over the side or whatever.]

IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU STILL AROUND!

[therushingsky]

Yeah, well...

[Rhys stacks his box alongside Bills, before turning back to grab another.]

I don't know. I guess I'm still kind of enjoying the ride here. And I know that's a shitty thing to say to someone who can't get off, my bad.

[tetractys]

OH, I DON'T CARE THAT MUCH. YOU'RE FUN TO HAVE AROUND, IT BENEFITS ME!

[And that's what really matters, in the end! Bill takes a knocked-over box, tosses its contents back together and hauls it out.]

SHEESH, WHY'D HE HAVE TO LOCK HIS JUNK CLOSET UP SO TIGHT?