"Sometimes you make me want to cry..." Flynn said.
He does exactly that, leading the way to the next pub, and the next and the next.
"We been to seven pubs, yet I still feel perfectly fine." He says. Flynn looks down, noticing a basket. "How did this get here?" He said, looking around. Just before he walked away the basket moved about, soon crying can be heard. He froze mid-way. "Did that basket just cry?" He asked Quinn.
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