WANTED: WOODWORKING TOOLS

[proficienciesouttheass]

IM LOOKING FOR WOODWORKING TOOLS.

WANTED: ANY AND ALL WOODWORKING AND CARPENTRY TOOLS. HAMMERS. CHISELS. SAWS. ANYTHING YOU HAVE.

PENCILS. CHALK. PAPER. WHATEVER.

CAN TRADE. I CAN MAKE YOU SOMETHING. OR HUNT. OR LIFT SOMETHING REALLY HEAVY.

ASK FOR MAGNUS BURNSIDES.

- MAGNUS

PS:YOU GOT A MONSTER PROBLEM, YOU CAN COME TO ME.

PPS: WHAT THE FUCK WHERE THOSE ISLANDS THOUGH?

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[yallstupid]

[Oh, you sweet summer child.

Guzma raises a brow, purses his lips, then pops them as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. He shouldn't be condoning this guy's birdly demise, but what better way to learn not to mess with the blue chickens than to experience it firsthand?]

Well, y'all are welcome to rustle some feathers, but don't say I didn't warn you...

[proficienciesouttheass]

[ A lot of people would agree that Magnus is a very hands-on learner. Specially when it comes to whether or not you should fight a thing. ]

Aaaah, it'll be fiiiine. [ He gives Guzma a friend smack in the shoulder. It maybe be, perhaps, too hard. No harm?]

I'll getcha your big turkeys in no time.

[yallstupid]

[Grunting from the impact of the rough smack, Guzma rolls his shoulder with a slight wince. Ow? Ow. He's had worse, but homeboy here needs to watch who he's slapping around.]

Yeah, yeah...I'll be around. Just make sure y'all don't show up with no bleeding corpse at my door, yeah? Don't think my housemate'd take too kindly to that being fed to 'er. [Neither would he, to be perfectly fair.] See ya, big guy.

[And, with business done, he'll turn to go after telling Magnus where he lives on the islets, when he's got his butchered quarry.]