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[agriculturalist]

[LUNDEGAARD]

So. Bad news. What are we doing?

I don't have 10,000 bullets.

Comments

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

[...] All right. You're the boss. He's the boss.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

I'm asking for your opinion, Emmett.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

I'm saying that I'm a normal, functional person with a horse, so it'd be faster to just let me deal with it than to consult a guy who's having a mental breakdown and another guy who doesn't wash his hands after he shits if I have their permission first. What're Henry and Bill going to do if I get attacked by a horde, anyway?

Emmett/John

[lineman]

Bill can relieve himself and offer to shake hands with the horde.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

I don't think zombies can be killed by E. coli, John.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

I was making a joke because you seemed agitated. Poorly timed. […] The horde is still several days away, according to Arlo. I was more worried about having a second and third set of eyes given the cougar.

[…] If you truly think enlisting the help of Henry and Bill is a mistake, I defer to who you pick. […] But I suppose what I truly mean is that we weathered the first year together. To me this suggests there is something in each of us we can depend on.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

If the cougar eats me, it eats me. [...] (This is a joke.)

It just feels like everyone trusts the judgment of a dru everyone else over me.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

I cannot speak for everyone else. I have just observed in you a tendency to shoulder things on your own.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

Yeah, I'm the town pack mule.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

You do not need to be. […] But sometimes I cannot tell if this is how you prefer things to be.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

I don't prefer anything. It's just how they are.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

We all prefer something, Emmett.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

It doesn't matter what I prefer. I'm a tool.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

[…] It’s hard for me to determine whether or not this is your preference. To be thought of as a tool.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

I'm here to be useful then die, no feelings involved.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

Ah. So no friends or anything of that nature. I see.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

Now's not the time to discuss this stuff.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

Oh, there was no discussion. Apologies for the confusion.

Make sure you tell me if you need anything from Whitney by tonight. And if not Bill, take someone else. Your opinion is valued, Emmett. As well your preferences with regards to the hygiene of others.

Emmett/John

[agriculturalist]

I don't need anything. I told your sister I'd help with the kids, so anything you bring for them would help me.

My opinion is not v Sure.

Emmett/John

[lineman]

Okay.