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[The projected image is a bit of a crazy blur when it starts up, but it soon rights itself. It seems something knocked the Sphere into a tailspin - when it slows down, it looks like it might be in one of the kitchenware stores on Level 15. Looks like, because everything seems suspiciously old fashioned at the moment. The reason for this becomes clear when Klavier comes into view, decked out in that good ol' suit and hat from Chicago again. More importantly, though, he's got his hands up and in the middle of... 'negotiations' with the two coppers currently pointing guns at him from across the frying pan section.]
--I already put the pans down, like you asked. So let's just be reasonable about this, okay?
No can do, pal. You do the crime, you've gotta do the time.
[Klavier tries to keep the indignation out of his tone but doesn't quite succeed.] I didn't commit any crimes.
You were shoplifting, clear as day. I didn't see you pay for those before you tried walking out of here.
[He sighs.] There's a perfectly good explanation for that... just one that you won't think is reasonable at all. [It's highly unlikely they'll accept the "I swiped my barcode for them before the 1930s Chicago anomaly hit" reason, after all.]
--I already put the pans down, like you asked. So let's just be reasonable about this, okay?
No can do, pal. You do the crime, you've gotta do the time.
[Klavier tries to keep the indignation out of his tone but doesn't quite succeed.] I didn't commit any crimes.
You were shoplifting, clear as day. I didn't see you pay for those before you tried walking out of here.
[He sighs.] There's a perfectly good explanation for that... just one that you won't think is reasonable at all. [It's highly unlikely they'll accept the "I swiped my barcode for them before the 1930s Chicago anomaly hit" reason, after all.]