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"It's Chuck. Leave a message."

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You--

[ Oh my God. Chuck looks like he's torn between laughing and giving him a whatfor. ]

You came out in all of this nonsense to bring lunch?

[wasonayoyo]

[The toys almost seem to hop happily with the response.]

We sure did! How else to you bring someone something in the middle of all this mess?

I might've had to slap one of those flying creatures away with a branch once, though. They must've got a whiff of some of the goodies we brought over.

[TOTALLY NORMAL.]

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Woody. [ Chuck groans a little, running a hand through his hair. ]

You didn't have to do that. It's dangerous out there right now.

[wasonayoyo]

Of course we did! We wanna be useful to you guys, too. Especially when there’s already a food shortage, and a buncha’ shops smashed to bits. [He pats the side of the wagon, looking up at Chuck.] I gotta take care of my own, after all. You young folks are always doing so much to take care of people; sometimes, it’s my job to take care of you.

[Woody is devoted to devotion; he wants to make a difference.

Humans are well worth the effort, no matter their flaws.

Their lives are just more valuable, in a lot of toys’ eyes.]