[[Gafney grins, shaking his head as he approaches Wheatley. A bold man he was, McArthur.
He pulls him over his shoulders, Carrying him into the alleyway.
Whenever McArthur came around, he's be sitting in a chair. The scenery changed. It is now an underground pub, filled with all sorts of men, drinking and singing. Gafney is sitting across from him, smiling at McArthur.]]
I tell you that clockwork's a powerful thing; There's a terrible strength in those tightly wound springs. And a gentleman's pocketwatch stays by his heart, And that's where the damage can start.
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Date: 2012-07-28 06:26 pm (UTC)He pulls him over his shoulders, Carrying him into the alleyway.
Whenever McArthur came around, he's be sitting in a chair. The scenery changed. It is now an underground pub, filled with all sorts of men, drinking and singing. Gafney is sitting across from him, smiling at McArthur.]]
How was your nap?