Mason wiped his mouth on his sleeve, glad he could remember the formula for ipecac. He wasn't exactly going to be well off from that on it's own, but it likely beat the alternative.
"The hell is your problem?" He pulled the rest of his scrap from his pockets, making an aluminum baseball bat. He started moving slowly across the room, not wanting Marrina anywhere near them when they started swinging.
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