Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5255416-20170619024917/@comment-5255416-20170703070352

The bartender sighs, as if he expected this to occur but was hoping that it would not. He does not even answer the coyote's question as he pulls out a tiny, cubed device.

"Whelp. Here's to fourty-four."

With his bare hand, the spider crushes the device and pops out of existence.