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Check out this banga I've been cookin' up, mate.

Rummaging through his bag. One finger held up. " Wai- wait — Look. Hehe... " Pulling out a box. Handling it carefully as he places it beneath an old pickup — then backs riiiight up, an arm guiding him back.

Lucas glances over, retracting his arm slightly with a gentle apology. Only trying to keep him from the blast radius. He pulls out a button, thumb hovering over it . . . then hands it over to the stranger. " This one'll be a ripper. "

Lucas' eyes light up like a child on Christmas, laughing joyously as flames engulf the truck. He takes his time to stand back and appreciate his handiwork, making personal notes for ... improvements.

" Gotta be careful of that shit, mate. It's almost as dangerous as barbecue sauce, " Lucas says with a grin, arms crossed over his chest. He approaches to inspect the scorch marks, crouching next to the destroyed box.

Lucas immediately swats at Nikto's hand, tutting softly. " Ah– It's gonna be fuckin hot, ya muppet. . "

Have you ever been robbed at boomerang point ? I have.

Lemme put it into simple terms : narrow stick hit head. Big ouch — probably concussed.

What? Why? I'm perfectly fine.

AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE

FARK YEAH MATE

queensland is deadly this time of year

Chewing on a granola bar

Australian giggles of joy

currently on his fourth lamington mars bar

You got some?

Fark yes... Owe you a few bevvies for these.

Now? Hah, s'five o'clock somewhere, isn't it?