>look under sheets, you've probably been sleeping with your weapons again.
You often crave company during those long sleepless nights, but you've stopped sleeping with weapons ever since you were caught with a certain body part doubling as a barrel plug... What? No! It was your finger! yeesh, sickos! Anyways, you've found a fine replacement! Your faithful teddy bear, one of the only members of this regiment that won't insult you behind your back! So that's where you've been hiding!
>Commence with your daily inspection of your bed for cancer.
> Retrieve arms from under pillows.
The daily inspection of your bed reveals no cancerous tumors, pulsating flesh pods, stray tentacles, or gaping maws. It's safe to say your bed is chaos free. You would retrieve your arms from under the pillows, but there is only one arm, and it isn't the type of arm you're looking for. It's an old trophy you claimed during one of those Crusades against the Tau. Most people collect skulls, you collect arms, or rather, you would if you weren't stuck on this backwater world. Oh, what you wouldn't give to be back in those days when your life actually had a purpose.
>Use "bottle"
>Acquire "empty bottle"
>Smash one of your many bottles (an empty one, mind) and use it as a weapon. The troops ought to know who not to mess with!
You might as well put this empty bottle of Catachan Spirits to good use. You smash it over your desk as though you were one of the regiment's grizzled veterans preparing for a bar brawl. God Emperor, you wish you were as cool as those guys. Still, nobody's going to give you any backtalk while you're wielding this.
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