Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171112172604/@comment-3293219-20171114002243

"They could always sleep in the Gambler's bed." Sunshine offered, with a shrug.

"Fuck off, clown." McGill said, sharply.

"Not enough room for 'em anyway, not with me and Harriot and sometimes Squanto." McGill shrugged.

"I'm not going to judge your... sexual activites." Sunshine shrugged.

"But how are we supposed to build an army of zombies if Wilkes keeps killing all of our zombies?"