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[thesmokingunman]

Bah. Enough with this carnival funhouse crap.

I'm lookin' for a skirt-chasin' bad-haircut-havin' monkey-faced guy who dresses like a friggin' circus ringmaster by the name of Lupin. And he damn well better hurry his skinny ass up and show himself because I smell like friggin' death from sloggin' through a swamp for three days and I AM NOT HAPPY.

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[asrimal]

MARRIED

[thesmokingunman]

... that's nice.

[asrimal]

To you~ That is if your thief wants to share~

[thesmokingunman]

Yeah, sorry. I don't speak Crazy Guy.

[classprotector]

...you missed him.

[thesmokingunman]

Oh god damn it! Friggin' jerk. Makes me look all around Devil's Butthole, Louisiana for him and then just flies the coop!

[classprotector]

It's actually Devil's Nipple. I think it's Native American.

[thesmokingunman]

Whatever body part it is, it stinks.

[but_a_wolf]

OH LOOK! A COMPLAINTS DESK!

[thesmokingunman]

Keep down that road, buddy. It ends with a few new holes in yer head.

[but_a_wolf]

Would you really shoot me?

[thesmokingunman]

You really wanna find out?

[hench_wench]

You're late.

[thesmokingunman]

Yeah, so I've friggin' been told. Damn it.

... what're you? A clown? Pfft. This place really is like a carnival.

[hench_wench]

Heck yeah I'm a clown! But the carnival is only a sometimes thing, I think.

[thesmokingunman]

Well... whatever floats your boat, sister.

[cock_my_gun]

You're a few months too late, buddy.

[thesmokingunman]

Of course I am. Geez. You'd think he could at least give a guy a friggin' phone call once in awhile.

[cock_my_gun]

You'd think so, but he don't seem the type.

... how d'ya know Lupin?

[thesmokingunman]

Yeah, 'specially not if he's too busy chasin' tail.

He's my partner. Or he is when he feels like it. Feh. I was tryin' to find him for this possible job in Berlin. Guess that's screwed now.