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There's a lot of baggage involved.
Jun. 6th, 2016 05:35 pmJim couldn't really sleep. He couldn't really eat either. Dismantling the basement was paramount, and the clock was ticking down with no indication how much longer it would be before something horrible happened.
He had created a catapult to speed up the process of hurling glassware at the wall, dug out an acetylene torch to slice through large pieces of metal, and even ordered sledgehammers of a few sizes so that any of the three of them could smash cabinets at will.
Another day, maybe two, and Jim would be sure that he had removed every last trap. Until then he had to keep working. There were things only he could do, and he had no compunctions about working alone for a dozen hours straight.
He had created a catapult to speed up the process of hurling glassware at the wall, dug out an acetylene torch to slice through large pieces of metal, and even ordered sledgehammers of a few sizes so that any of the three of them could smash cabinets at will.
Another day, maybe two, and Jim would be sure that he had removed every last trap. Until then he had to keep working. There were things only he could do, and he had no compunctions about working alone for a dozen hours straight.
