Cordy stares at her radio at the mention of the hut and lobsters. What the hell was John smoking and why hadn't he shared?
[[OOC: I am dead. Officially. And I want to keep up the tradition of saying I hate you when a hut or lobsters are mentioned, but I can't do it. I love you, I confess!]]
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[[OOC: I am dead. Officially. And I want to keep up the tradition of saying I hate you when a hut or lobsters are mentioned, but I can't do it. I love you, I confess!]]