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[boycalledjayne]

[Jayne's audio post is a little... well. Maybe 'a little' isn't exactly accurate. Jayne's mad. Not smashing stuff mad, they'd have shot him full of tranquillisers if he'd done that. Again. The first set of tranquillisers is just about wearing off now, and he's still damn confused. He has managed to find himself a sit on a low wall though, and he's blinking in the daylight]

I ain't goram fictional. Do I look goram fictional? Do I? This is some weird Alliance gos se and as soon as I work out how you did it I am gonna... I'm gonna...

[He sighs, flops slightly. He doesn't believe it, can't believe what he was told. It's not getting through his brain very easily but... but he's on some weird moon. Somewhere.]

Someone tell me where a fella can find a drink 'round here.

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[boycalledjayne]

Least my head ain't shoved up....You got scotch?

[Look, Jayne don't like you, and if he does meet you, he'll punch you in the face no arguments, he ain't about to forget how helpful you were. But for the moment he can forget everything about it. There's booze]