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Tell me again, why do I need one of these things?

i have no idea either

i have no idea either

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kowalski dark
nothing is worse than the apocalypse.

Jack stood in the hub, his mug of steaming coffee getting colder, trying to think through the problem. In the Pit of Doom, or whatever Owen was calling his operating theatre slash mortuary this week, Ianto was trying to think inside the box. The box was rectangular, grey and suspiciously roomy. When you shook it, something rattled. Hopefully, it was not a rattle snake. Ianto was sitting, staring at it, with a cup of hot sweet tea in one hand and a looking glass in the other.
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