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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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[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.

[classprotector]

You have so not been here long enough to start complaining.

[thesmokingunman]

I'll be the judge of that, toots.

[classprotector]

See, you say that, but I'm still judging. It's like magic.

[thesmokingunman]

Oh, a firecracker are ya?

Bet he loved you.

[classprotector]

Not liked you'd expect.

[thesmokingunman]

I'll take that bet.

Always loves the damn troublemakers.

[classprotector]

Hey, I resent that.

[thesmokingunman]

You sayin' you ain't trouble?

[classprotector]

I'm a very model citizen.

[thesmokingunman]

What a coincidence, me too. We should form a club.

[classprotector]

We might already have one.

[thesmokingunman]

Well ain't that just convenient.

Daisuke Jigen, by th'way.