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[blorks]

[Hi Paradisa. You have a top-heavy man sitting in your lobby, his hands held out in front of him as if he's driving a van.

That's because five seconds ago, he was. He looks a little confused at the sudden lack of his transport. I mean, it was bad enough Shatterstar broke the roof, but now it's gone all together. Vans aren't cheap, dude...This ain'

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[madetothwart]

Be thankful it isn't Detroit.

forever

[blorks]

Tell me about it. We coulda gone into hiding somewhere warm and sunny, but someone has a noir problem.

[madetothwart]

Detroit. Could you imagine?

[His tone is gentle disgust.]

[blorks]

Livin' there? Yeah, I can.

[madetothwart]

How dreadful. I am sorry.

[blorks]

You learn ta ignore the crud in the place after a while.

[madetothwart]

...Crud?

[blorks]

Yeah, you know, scum, dirt, nasty stuff.

Crud.

[madetothwart]

Ah, quite.

A rather distressing side-effect of most large cities.

[blorks]

I kinda like New York.

That's my sort of crud.

[madetothwart]

I shouldn't think any sort of --ah, crud, would be amenable.

[blorks]

You clearly never ate a New York hoagie.

[madetothwart]

That sounds foul.

[blorks]

You kiddin'? It's the food of GODS.

[madetothwart]

I'm quite certain He has never so much as sniffed one.

[blorks]

Aaaaand ya lost me.