[What's that, Beckett? You wanted to be left alone with your misery? Sorry, but when Clayton Epps, professional worrier is in the same room as you, this simply isn't an option. Clayton gingerly steps over the other feet and bodies in the shed to get to him and crouches down in front, soft blue lunchbox tucked in his hands.]
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Guessin' that cough ain't gotten any better, huh?