
Brass Ep. 41
Thirty minutes of Coppers tinkering passed. Computers deconstructed all over the room. She had a bag full of spares.
“That’ll keep us going,” said Copper. “This place looks like a tip though…”
Iron beeped and whirred an acknowledgement and looked about the wreckage. She wasn’t sure what sort of tip Copper meant, but she felt it was a good tip.
Unlike Wheezy Pony, 16-1, 3:30 at Chepstow.
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I’ll let you have that one. Ask me about the waitress one day. Teehee.
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Arf, thank ya, Dee. 😛
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Neigh! 😀
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😀 😀 😀
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Sounds like the last tip I got on a pony – it was running in a race on Tuesday, and I think it crossed the finish line on Friday.
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Hah! Yeah, betting on horses ain’t for me either… 😛
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