fourth trick

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[Ikki appears on the plane with... a campsite, apparently. There's a couple of logs set up to sit on, a campfire... No tent, though. A few sticks have been propped up against the log Ikki is sitting on and a bag of marshmallows sits nearby, though he seems intent on something he's already roasting.]

Man... Looks like it's back to bum-hood for me. No more eight dollars an hour, or wearing A-Ts at work, or being worshipped by hundreds of naked women...

[He spins the stick a little, so that his prey will get cooked evenly.]

I wonder if Spit knew just how fiercely that flame could burn? Clever bastard.