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The Air Grumpkin rolled to a rattly hault as it pulled the mostly in-tact remains of a shed along underneath it. Taint lept out of the plane's side door without using the stairs and quickly became aware of a fist, the owner of which also happened to own a shed until very recently. He reeled back but managed to keep his balance.

"WHY DID YOU HIT MY BOOTH?" The fist's owner shouted in an strange accent that is carried by anyone whose direct ancestors were part of the king's attendants before his quick and much appreciated death. For the sake of simplicity, imagine it's Italian. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD, TAINT BIGSBY!"

"FUCK YOUR SHED, MAN, WHY DID YOU HIT ME?" Taint replied before righting himself and taking a look at his assailant. "Ah, FUCKING hell! The fuck are you doing in Hawk Jaw?"

"We have set up our ground support from here as we travel to the west, And you, Taint, have demolished what was to be our radio booth." He answered, crossing his arms as his comrades filed up behind him, looking like the final competitors in an asshole pageant.

"RADIO BOOTH!? IT- THE F- WH- IT WAS ON THE RUNWAY, ASS!"

"WE WERE TOWING IT TO A VANTAGE POINT, UNTIL YOUR BUMBLING SELF CRUSHED IT WITH YOUR... JUNK HEAP OF A PLANE!"

"VALK! TOSS ME A STICK NOW." Taint hollered up at the plane's door.

Valk leaned out holding a stick of dynamite, and before tossing the stick to Taint asked "Who's this guy?"

"Jean Lucca, explorer!" Jean announced, and shot a gaze at Valk that would intimidate anyone who had not spent a significant amount of time aboard the Air Grumpkin. Valk half sneered, half chuckled, and kicked the rack of stairs down to disembark the plane. Taint dug around in his pockets for a lighter. Myen and Topaz began to unload the crew's personal baggage.

"Hah! So you have a crew now, Taint?" Jean asked as he looked back to his own crew, who were beginning to get restless, itching for a fight.

"Yeah, I do. They're cool. Where the fuck's my matches?" Taint answered as he re-checked his pockets. Topaz and Myen finished unloading the bags and lifted the stair rack back into the plane before turning to face Jean and his crew. Topaz backed up a bit behind everyone else as Myen and Valk lined up to either side of Taint, still looking for a light.

"So, What's going on here?" Valk asked.

"Your pilot crushed our radio booth." answered one of Jean's crew.

"It looks fine, Can't you just like, pull it out and tip it back over?" Myen said as he looked back towards the shed. It was most definitely banged up pretty bad, but with a few additional support planks and nails, it could service perfectly by the standards he's learned to accept when Taint is involved. However, Jean, being descended from a family who had lived alongside the King in all his wicked glory, whole heartedly believed that his shed was completely trashed beyond hope. Taint turned around and walked up to the plane's nearest engine. and began to fiddle with a panel.

"That shed WILL be replaced, and it WILL be replaced TODAY, if you value how your faces are currently arranged." Jean threatened. His crew lined up next to him. Even with Topaz, who was briskly walking away from the imminent rumble, Jean's crew outnumbered Taint by four. What started off as two lines quickly became two men back-to-back and a circle around them.

"My ass we'll replace it." Valk yelled before shoving Jean backwards. Jean's men closed in, fists ready to crush down on Valk and Myen, but were quickly stopped by a cheerful "HEY-HEY!"

Taint had managed to pry off the panel to his engine, and touched the fuse of his dynamite off on a very hot part of his plane. "Who's up for a party?" He asked, before being tackled to the ground by an agent of the Arms Party.

Another agent quickly scooped up the dynamite and threw it far enough away from the runway to cause no significant damage. Meanwhile, several more agents managed to drive a wedge between the two quarreling crews and ordered each of them to leave the runway in opposite directions before force would have to be used. The airport's staff quickly began to clean the runway of fresh dynamite debris and chunks of demolished shed as they towed the Air Grumpkin off to a tarmac for fuel and maintenance.

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