[There's a lot of shit he's seen, but somehow Abbacchio wasn't expecting fire to come from her. It's not the weirdest by far, but it kind of puts the name Fire Navy into perspective. Hmm, yikes, he feels how hot that is and he's not even on fire for any part of it. Abbacchio almost winces in sympathy to the rats, but they're not dumb enough to mess with fire lady over here.
The chest is lifted with a small grunt, but the weight he can manage fine, days with both the mafia and police force alike still in his muscles. Peering down, he notices a sealed bottle of wine.
Yeah okay. He's taking that too, but to hell with anything else.
He steps over squealing, frantically trying to escape.]
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The chest is lifted with a small grunt, but the weight he can manage fine, days with both the mafia and police force alike still in his muscles. Peering down, he notices a sealed bottle of wine.
Yeah okay. He's taking that too, but to hell with anything else.
He steps over squealing, frantically trying to escape.]