[The footsteps Noctis heard in this case belong to a Hank and a dog. The former stops to frown at Noctis; the latter keeps ambling in whatever direction the most interesting smell's coming from.]
Nothing but bullshit's ever come out of that fuckin lake. You know that right?
[He does not, notably, get close enough to help Noctis in any way. Hank is less than happy about this lake. He is less than happy about a lot of things.]
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Nothing but bullshit's ever come out of that fuckin lake. You know that right?
[He does not, notably, get close enough to help Noctis in any way. Hank is less than happy about this lake. He is less than happy about a lot of things.]