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Smoke was trying to sneak his way out of the village without being noticed. It was nice of these people to offer him a good lay and all, but he knew that there would have to be some kind of price, and he wasn’t sticking around to find out what that would be. As crept in the shadows and had remained unnoticed when he saw what looked to be a large open back gate. He started to run for the gate when something caught the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw the mutilated head of George Washington smashed onto a spike between two torches. “Yeah definitely not sticking around here,” he thought to himself. As he turned back towards the gate to make a run for it he suddenly heard dull chanting coming from behind him. He turned to look and two of the small old guys in the fancy robes seemed to have come from nowhere. They were staring at Smoke and chanting, they motioned their hands like they were beckoning him to come to them. “No thanks,” Smoke called out. “I appreciate the hospitality, but I’ve got some people out in those woods that need killing.”

He turned and started to walk away. The elders started chanting in an even deeper tone. Their throats were gurgling and it seemed like they were speaking in tongues. Smoke turned his head just in time to see one of them hurl a fireball at him that it seemed to have produced from thin air. Smoke jumped to the side fast enough to avoid getting hit as the fireball exploded as it hit the ground. “Oh you do not want to fuck with me right now,” Smoke shouted. “I’m feeling invigorated from my fun time with your girl.” He pulled out his scythe and charged towards the small old men. As he ran the other elder conjured a fireball and cast it straight towards him. Smoke held out his scythe to deflect the blast. The fireball exploded against his blade shooting embers of fire all over his body but it wasn’t enough to slow his charge. The elders may have magic, but they can’t move for shit. Smoke got in close and cut down one of them across his chest. He let out a ghostly wail as he fell to the ground. Smoke looked over at the other elder who fell to his knees and was pleading with Smoke for mercy. Smoke looked at him menacingly considering fileting him along with his friend but after a moment he strapped his scythe onto his back. “I like the way you beg old man,” he said. “Just know the only reason you get to live is because of that sweet pussy you guys provided.” He smiled and spit at the cowering old man. As he turned he kicked down the stake that was holding up Washington’s severed head. The head crashed to the ground and rolled in the dirt as the wooden teeth flew out of its skull. Smoke then ran out of the crazy village hoping to never have to deal with these people again.

Mead had managed to find some bananas in a tree. It took some effort for him to climb up to them with his injury, but once he made it to the high branch he rested his body against the trunk and helped himself to as many bananas as he pleased. The meal made him feel much better. He would need to find proper medical treatment for the bullet lodged in his abdomen at some point, but for now the food was enough to raise his spirits. Knowing that Tardis was close by and would likely try to track him down again, Mead decided that he would wait out his time in the tree and wait for Tardis to come to him.
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