[He picks his own bag up and slings it over his shoulder before suddenly looking shocked and sighing.]
God 'm stupid, be right back. [He blurs out of existence and appears a moment later with a large black suitcase. After all, he'd need to put the chest somewhere...]
'n pre-flight Martinis sounds like a fun time t'me!
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God 'm stupid, be right back. [He blurs out of existence and appears a moment later with a large black suitcase. After all, he'd need to put the chest somewhere...]
'n pre-flight Martinis sounds like a fun time t'me!