Sawyer laughs hysterically.
"You are... hilarious. For a Night, you are quite the, heh, gut buster. They are usually giant buzzkills. No, you're not dying. You are coming with me. My employer will do what he wants with you, I get paid, I get out of your hair."
There is an awkward silence.
"What the hell are you doing? Move," Sawyer says, waving his gun in the direction of the smiths exit.
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