Blinking for a moment, and glancing to the body, realization jumped onto Doug's face. What? Somebody was being nice to him? That was... rare. "Oh! I was bringing him to the morgue," he answered lamely, shrugging a little. "Rodderick. Roddick. ...Reddick. Redneck. Something," he mumbled, scratching at his head. "Anyway, yeah. Just doing my job."
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Date: 2007-03-12 11:58 pm (UTC)