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[manic_vyv]

Vyvyan is in the main bar, eating his housemate's sociology text book.

He also has a new sign.

'BARGINS!
50p for me to move to the next booth away.
£1 for three booths away!

Spechil offer!
£5 for Vyvyan insorance - show a vallid card, and I will go away on demand! Also I will not give you flees.

Cards vallid for one month after purchiss'

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[thats_not_data]

Lore glances at the sign as he is walking by (he doesn't bother to glance at the person, as he rarely does).

And he stops.

And reads it again.

And finally gives its owner a good, long look.

"What's this all about?" he asks, pointing.

[manic_vyv]

"Weeeelll." Vyvyan says. "The other day, a pig paid me two pounds fifty to go away. So I thought I'd try and earn a bit of money."

He scratches his head until a flea drops off, squashes it, and puts it on the table.

"Would you like the full service?"

[thats_not_data]

"Sorry, I don't have any money," Lore replies. He doesn't sound very sorry, though.

He takes note of the flea but feels it's worth asking, "People pay you to get lost? What exactly do you do that makes them find you so repellent?"

[manic_vyv]

"Well apparently it's the smell." Vyvyan says. "But I reckon there's a lot of social prejudice too. I don' care much, so long as I get a bit of money out of it."