He's not nearly as much of a playa as he looks like

[baseball_to_be]

[AND WHO IS THIS, VALIANTLY KICKING OPEN THE BATHROOM'S DOOR?! Why, it's none other than a prematurely-grey fancy dude with a pornstache.]

W-Where--?!

[He gets a map from his vest and looks at it. Several times. Upside down, right side up, in all ways you can think of. Looking very obviously confused.] I followed my escape route, and I'm fairly

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[scarvesnguitars]

[WILL JUST BE GLARING FROM OVER HERE, THANKS.]

[baseball_to_be]

[... WHAT.]

Yeeeesss...?

[scarvesnguitars]

[FIERCE GLARE.]

You...

[IS HE GROWLING NOW? He might be.]

[baseball_to_be]

[Oh what in the worrrrld...]

Have we met?

[scarvesnguitars]

I DON'T KNOW.

[Twitch. Why is he shouting--]

Have we?

[baseball_to_be]

... I don't believe we have.

[scarvesnguitars]

Tch... maybe that's true. You're missing the funny scars anyway.

[baseball_to_be]

... What are you talking about?

[scarvesnguitars]

[He makes a gesture to symbolize the scars down his face.]

The stitches.

[baseball_to_be]

Is that answer supposed to be clarifying?

[scarvesnguitars]

...

Well, I suppose you don't know about the scars yet. So, no.

[baseball_to_be]

[He's just going to stare at you funny now.]

[scarvesnguitars]

STOP THAT!

[baseball_to_be]

I will, if you would kindly stop being so cryptic.

[scarvesnguitars]

You're supposed to be OLD.

[baseball_to_be]

... Excuse me?