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[theninquisition]

[Man the weather's nice down south. Link is outside at a picnic table or somewhere, reading from a cookbook. There are new copies of the same book stacked on the table near him.

Feel free to inquire about them. They appear to be written by hitler... a man with a distinguished mustache.]

((ooc: so yeah, I actually failed to sleep much before my

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[soulbondage]

[holding out a pen and paper]

Can I have your autograph? Can I? I can, right? Sign here.

[theninquisition]

Pardon?

[soulbondage]

My name's Kagura, if you wanna personalize it!

[theninquisition]

My apologies, I believe there has been a misunderstanding. These weren't written by me.

[soulbondage]

Ah... they weren't?

[theninquisition]

They were written by my superior, Malcolm C. Rouvelier.

[soulbondage]

I've never heard of that person. Is he famous?

[theninquisition]

In specific circles, I suppose.

[soulbondage]

...Can you forge his signature?

[theninquisition]

Absolutely not.

[soulbondage]

Ah, it was worth a shot!