[This is Arthur. This is Arthur leaning against a closet door, his suit slightly rumpled (in fact, there's a tear in one of his sleeves), his hair out of place. Still, he carries himself like this is PERFECTLY NORMAL. Oh yeah, and he's holding a pool cue. Before he speaks, Arthur smooths his hair back.]To the library staff: sorry. I left a few
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I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR BALLS UP YOUR ASS.
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If I recall correctly? You already tried that.
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I'll aim this time. [THUD. And this is a HEROIC DEMAND:] Where's D'Amico?
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I don't know any "D'Amico". Who is he?
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[Pause. Wait.]
You do know where 'here' is, right?
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[He should probably explain where 'here' is...] Do the words 'Barge' or 'Admiral' mean anything to you? Aside from the dictionary definitions.
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...Actually, sounds like one of his kids.
He turns up behind Arthur and looks at the cupboard skeptically. He's not sure he needs to say anything just yet.
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What, I'm supposed to know all your codewords now?
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Look, there's a woman here who can explain everything to you, if you just put down whatever it is you're planning to attack me with and come with us. She's just down the hall. [He knows this is so not going to work.] I promise, we have nothing to do with this D'Amico person, but we can try to help you find your dad.
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...Fine. [She braces, holding the newly-freed plunger rod like a pole vaulter readying for a leap.
As soon as that door opens she's going to try and crush Arthur's foot with it.
Sorry bro.]
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Or, tries to attack one of them.]
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