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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is on the plane, looking his usual pleasant self. what is he doing, you might ask? ...he's removing the stitches from his face. so he's pretty much sitting at a table, with a mirror, snipping the threads and ripping them out one handed, since he still has an arm in a sling]

Fuckin'...

[he growls (in a way), and yanks out another stitch, wincing a bit as it catches] Shit.

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[gotitwrong]

[Ray smirks at Sam] I don't need your help, Boss.

[didorothy]

I would never suggest it, Sergeant.

[and Sam vanishes off the Plane]