... damn tape keeps turning out all scratchy.
Fine, let’s try again.
To whoever gets their mitts on this—you got a job to do.
Take whatever you want off my body, cop a feel, I don’t care. My right leg’s gone and it feels like the rest of me’s just seepin’ out. Ain’t no comin’ back from this.
With my luck, it’s probably some scavver that picks this up while scroungin’ for caps...