[Check back with Tim in a few hours, Newt - someone will have traded him a jug of rubbing alcohol by then, taking you one step closer.]
[Though on that note - ]
You need a fire? 'Cause I've got these...bead things, I guess. [He jiggles the jar as he extricates it from his pack, letting them rattle up against the glass.]
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[Though on that note - ]
You need a fire? 'Cause I've got these...bead things, I guess. [He jiggles the jar as he extricates it from his pack, letting them rattle up against the glass.]