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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Outside the Ship[hr][/center]

[color=9C6F6F]"That's all, huh? Well maybe next time one of you will know to 保持它在你的裤子 so we don't end up in this here kind of plight again."[/color] Lionel stood back and watched Jackson try to lift the horse carcass off of the boy's body to no avail. Nothing in that situation was a likely to change unless some other sap came by to help him and the boy pinned underneath. Lionel looked around and saw that the only other ones around that could potentially help were Gideon and Carlisle. The former needed to be working on the ship so they could leave this gorram planet already, and honestly, he had no idea how much help the pilot girl would even be with lifting something as heavy as a horse's dead body.

Lionel sighed, discarded his jacket coat to the side and rolled up his sleeves. Might as well help out the poor sods, lest one of them decides to do something stupid. He moved to a spot the looked like it would be relatively easy to get ahold of and crouched down shoving his hands in between the dead flesh and the hard ground. Ew, there was horse sweat there.

[color=9C6F6F]"Alright, on my count of three, we're all going to try lifting this thing at once. Ain't gonna get nothing accomplished acting on impulse like a house full of beheaded chickens. You cocksuckers ready? 3... 2... 1!" Lionel was getting on in years, and he was never all that strong, but hopefully a bit of direction and the extra set of hands would be enough to resolve the issue.