Bottled Time

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[...dear lord. That was... brutal. Far more so than Luke was expecting it to be. He stares wide-eyed at the television and presses his hat tighter against his chest for a moment, his spiky hair fluttering slightly in the cold Siberian wind for a moment. From how utterly melodramatic he looks from a distance, you'd think he was standing over the grave of a dear friend on a cold winter's night. And, in a way... he sorta is.] “...Rest in peace, Evil Jay Leno. Or perhaps, rest in pieces would be more... no, now isn't the time for such wordplay. It was an honor.”