So, you came all the way here with no doubts in yer mind that I'm the kinda guy who'd slit yer throat in cold blood, with havin' someone come along as backup's just a bonus, all 'cause another prude like yerself doesn't have too strong a sense of her own identity. I gettin' this right?
[Greed bursts out laughing hysterically, almost falling off of the bar stool. One leg shoots out to support himself, clutching his stomach as he holds onto the bar and continues to laugh and laugh and laugh and....]
[Pushing himself back onto the stool with a grunt that sounds like a poorly disguised remnant of laughter, he pushes the unopened juice down two chairs, offering to let him sit nice and far away.]
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...does liking that mean you'll permit me access?
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[Pushing himself back onto the stool with a grunt that sounds like a poorly disguised remnant of laughter, he pushes the unopened juice down two chairs, offering to let him sit nice and far away.]
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