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ACOLYTE 2: (raising the grid book, and dropping the box) Book, acolyte.

ACOLYTE 3: (hastily getting up from the railing) Don’t open it.

ACOLYTE 1: (tearing apart packs and looking through their contents) Food from the ironclad village. Bleach filters.

ACOLYTE 2: (finding cigarettes on the ground) Smokes, acolytes.

ACOLYTE 1: (raising a bottle) A bottle-- 2 bottles, acolytes. It’s fermented, acolytes!

(Spondule lies prone and frustrated on the ground)