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[hisironcross]

[Gilbert is outside by his doorsteps and, because he doesn't know where to go, he takes to shouting:]

Hey, Police Chief! I need you!

[ooc: As Arthur wouldn't settle for anything else . . . he plans on punching Grady in exchange for information. Joy.]

Comments

[mayfield_mods]

Can I help ye with somethin', lad?

[hisironcross]

. . . He failed to mention this. Yeah, no hard feelings and do me a favor and take a hit.

[A punch is thrown, though he doesn't aim for anywhere vital like the face. It's not exactly strong but it's not weak either.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Without moving a muscle, Grady is suddenly about five inches to the left. Gilbert's punch sails past his face harmlessly.]

No hard feelins' at all, lad, none at all! But may I ask what's brought on yer sudden hostilities?

[hisironcross]

[Dear Lord that wasn't normal. But he really should have seen that coming. Arrgh.]

. . . It's a pointless part of a deal. I have to punch you to get it over with.

[mayfield_mods]

Really! I find that very interesting indeed, laddie. And who was it that put ye up ta this?

[hisironcross]

England, of course. Now are you done with your interrogating?

[mayfield_mods]

Why yes- I do believe I am, boyo.

[[Congratulations! Gilbert has been brainwashed. As a reward for his cooperation, the effect will only last for six hours, during which you may post as a drone or cease posting until it wears off.]]

[hisironcross]

Great. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you.