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*Just getting off shift grabbing a few things before heading home.*

Excuse me *didn't mean to bump him*

[Ah, but there was no bumping. Even if she isn't paying attention, Duncan is, and was able to move out of the way in time. He's more than likely down another aisle, marking off things on his list as they're found.]

[ Trailing behind Mac with a case of beer under each arm. ]

[Is he planning to buy those all by himself, or just add them to the running tab?]

[ Oh, don't worry. He's going to dump them on you when you get to the check out line. Think of it as.. a helping hand. You'll thank him later -- or at least Methos will be thanking himself later. ]

*Just getting off shift grabbing a few things before heading home.*

Excuse me *didn't mean to bump him*

[Ah, but there was no bumping. Even if she isn't paying attention, Duncan is, and was able to move out of the way in time. He's more than likely down another aisle, marking off things on his list as they're found.]

[ Trailing behind Mac with a case of beer under each arm. ]

[Is he planning to buy those all by himself, or just add them to the running tab?]

[ Oh, don't worry. He's going to dump them on you when you get to the check out line. Think of it as.. a helping hand. You'll thank him later -- or at least Methos will be thanking himself later. ]