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George Mills:
He leaves the tavern through the front door. He returns several minutes later with a jar full of reddish- brown creatures. On closer inspection they appear to be moving.

George Mills:
He holds them up for inspection

Carn:
looking at the jar with malevolence born of years of fighting these creatures from destroying his home city

"What do you even have those for? Keep that jar sealed."

George Mills:
He grins almost manically.
"These...are not your regular rust mites...observe..."
He begins to open the lid

Carn:
quickly pulling out an incendiary grenade with his finger ready to pull the pin

"I suggest that you do not open that, there's an old scrapyard half a click north. If you want to release these little buggers then do it there."

thinking to himself "then i can fry the lot of them with the Prometheus"

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