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[8_legged_tales]

*out by the lake, there is a little old man in a green fedora hat, lemon yellow gloves, and a fishing pole. He's on a rock that overlooks the lake enough that his fishing pole can easily go into the depths without him having to wade in, leaning against a tree and smoking a cigarillo. There is a hawk in the tree above him

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[manofsteal]

Hey old man! I think you're a little lost. Florida's a bit farther east.

[eatsroadkill]

[squawk]

[manofsteal]

[eyebrow quirk]

... Polly want a rotting cow carcass?

[eatsroadkill]

[eatsroadkill]

[ker-nakedkid]

[is now sitting next to Mr. Nancy]

[8_legged_tales]

Quite true! But you see, I came here for a bit of a rest, a change of pace, and perhaps a job. Though I expect I'll not bother too much with the job. Ain't never been good with those.

[manofsteal]

Well, I can appreciate that. I've always kind of preferred being my own boss.

[8_legged_tales]

Of course. There's a freedom in not dealing with the way the world works today. Too messy.

[manofsteal]

Amen to that, man! Let everyone else scurry around like mice at a cat show.

[offers hand for shaking]

Lupin III.

[8_legged_tales]

Mr. Nancy. A pleasure to meet you, boy.

[manofsteal]

You seem pretty alright yourself, Mr. Nancy. Kind of a refreshing change of pace from the people we usually get around here.

[8_legged_tales]

Oh? And what kind of people might that be?

[manofsteal]

You'll find out. In fact, looks like you're finding out already.

[8_legged_tales]

There do seem to be quite the mix of people here. Interesting place this is, yes!