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[allucinator]

[Jack looks quite ill as he comes on screen: there are dark circles beneath his eyes, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his face. He also looks a bit thinner than he did, though no one might actually notice that one. It's not severe, after all.]

Listen, uh, I-- I know you guys don't know me too well, and you got a lotta other stuff on your mind, but, uh, help a guy out, yeah? I ain't had no cigarette in about four days and I'm dyin' for it. Anythin' anybody's got, you know? I promise I'll do somethin' for you in return, I don't give a damn what, but-- anythin'. Please.

Please.

[He tries for a winning sort of smile, rather fails, and shuts the communicator.]

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video.

[verylittlesugar]

I am sorry, I do not have any tobacco, but if I find any I will bring you some. Maybe we can plant some in the gardens, though it would take a long while to produce, and there is no place to cure it.

video.

[allucinator]

[He laughs a little shakily.]

You're a sweetheart, you know that? But I think I got a cigarette o' two to tide me over for a while.