Doc doesn't want to admit that he doesn't have the energy in him to move a fridge anywhere, much as he likes keeping himself busy. He averts his gaze as a half dozen excuses float on by before he settles on one.
"Ain't any point saving a fridge if there's no plates or microwave, pot or stove to go with." That'll do. He'll bring a crate of food upstairs that can be eaten straight out of the can - creamed corn and baked beans and the like. And of course, all the moonshine, because he's not sure of the state of 1307 and whether their rig will survive the flood. They'll need to save as many bottles as they can. Doc won't be the only one determined to make it out of this flood not sober.
Doc finishes Malcolm's whiskey on his way through the kitchen and up the stairs, dragging some water with him into Malcolm's room, finding an unintrusive corner to stash the emergency moonshine and their canned rations.
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"Ain't any point saving a fridge if there's no plates or microwave, pot or stove to go with." That'll do. He'll bring a crate of food upstairs that can be eaten straight out of the can - creamed corn and baked beans and the like. And of course, all the moonshine, because he's not sure of the state of 1307 and whether their rig will survive the flood. They'll need to save as many bottles as they can. Doc won't be the only one determined to make it out of this flood not sober.
Doc finishes Malcolm's whiskey on his way through the kitchen and up the stairs, dragging some water with him into Malcolm's room, finding an unintrusive corner to stash the emergency moonshine and their canned rations.