[Bill hands down bags of cotton balls, a few bandage rolls, some bottles of cleaning liquids and another stack of dusting or cleaning towels, as well as a few empty bottles he found that didn't look like they were made of loud, breakable glass.
When he's done he carefully climbs down with a bottle of what smells like baby oil to join Eddie back on the floor, and kneels down to try and get the wheels of the cart. They'll be slick and slippery but at least they shouldn't squeak. The trash bin is heavier loaded up with the supplies, but he tests it with a small, careful back and forth roll and it doesn't seem like things are moving too much or making more noise than their steps.
He lifts it just barely off the ground to test its weight, but the silence is starting to creep him out, too. Glancing back to Eddie, he gets to his feet and holds onto the bin.]
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When he's done he carefully climbs down with a bottle of what smells like baby oil to join Eddie back on the floor, and kneels down to try and get the wheels of the cart. They'll be slick and slippery but at least they shouldn't squeak. The trash bin is heavier loaded up with the supplies, but he tests it with a small, careful back and forth roll and it doesn't seem like things are moving too much or making more noise than their steps.
He lifts it just barely off the ground to test its weight, but the silence is starting to creep him out, too. Glancing back to Eddie, he gets to his feet and holds onto the bin.]
Ready?