Mafia: The Last Resort [EPILOGUE: THE END]

Edward Marsch stumbles in, clutching at his various bandages. "Fuck, guys, I'm here okay. God, a guy can't get some fuckin' shut-eye without everybody jumpin' on the 'oh no it's him' wagon." He slowly slumps into a chair, and takes a cigarette out of his jacket. "God, some days, it's like why do I even bother gettin' out of bed. I didn't even fuckin' KNOW there was any fuckin' night talkin' bullshit." He repeatedly flicks his lighter, but fails to produce a spark; he mutters, replacing both it and the cigarettes in his jacket. "Anyway, I personally think the chance of Woff's new role bein' scum is low enough that we probably shouldn't lynch her unless she does somethin' real fuckin' suspicious." He takes a deep breath, and mumbles something along the lines of "like being asleep, Mirdini."

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SpoilerActual reason I've been idling: I was in Cape Cod with no internet, guys, for the love of christ.