Take for example the current objective - the EVP Blueprint mission, and making sure that his piece of the Blueprint wouldn't fall into the wrong hands...
Lazarus had given it some thought, and realised that in this case, less was more.
Why get all stressed, when one could just... rest?
The Dark Rizzards were coming for his piece of the Blueprint.
And he had realised that, there was probably no need to overthink it.
He wasn't an ARSES member for nothing after all, with his currently 'chill' approach to life!!!
All he had to do was hold on to the EVP Blueprint so that the Dark Rizzards would chase after him, and then, once they arrived...
then he was simply to make sure that it didn't land in their hands...
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And so, as several pairs of Dark Rizzard hands were reaching stealthily towards Lazarus' pants, Lazarus in his woke state, believed that he had figured out the optimal approach.
Suddenly a s*xy Southern drawl could be heard.
"Whoa, easy girl… take it slow, or else you jus' might' be pullin' out the wrong pistol…"
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In this case, the 'girl' referred to Ly Ly, who as you may recall was extremely skilled in 'handling' (or foot-ling) long, phallic (yes, as you know being a grandmaster esteemed reader of this novel, this is an obligatory adjective to throw in) scroll-like objects like rolled up EVP Blueprints and... other 'licentious lengths' of gasp-inducing girth...
Moreover, since Lazarus was an experienced, 'Western-cowboy-hardened-farmer'-type character, he indeed possessed numerous pistols, many of which were, like his pants and energy expenditure in general, low-slung in holsters, with the most valuable one, and the literal 'butt' of all the (ARSES) jokes, smokes, as well as the actual 'gun' itself, located in the front of his pants, 'holstered' in his briefs.
(Yes, you're very welcome 🫢✨).