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[It's around lunchtime, and Bambi is sat on a bench in the Metropolis District, in direct line-of-sight with one of the food stores. He's hunched over, looking a little uncomfortable, keeps glancing at the street and people around him, then back to the door of the food store.]
They don't have money here, least I ain't seen none. Guess this thing looks like a coin. A really big coin. But it ain't. How do you buy stuff? Just take it?
[He pauses, thinking about how that isn't usually a concern of his, but he decides that probably isn't something he should share. And it's always better to know the rules somewhere, even if you're intending to break them.]
Never been a place where it's okay to just take stuff. Not a trick or somethin', is it?
They don't have money here, least I ain't seen none. Guess this thing looks like a coin. A really big coin. But it ain't. How do you buy stuff? Just take it?
[He pauses, thinking about how that isn't usually a concern of his, but he decides that probably isn't something he should share. And it's always better to know the rules somewhere, even if you're intending to break them.]
Never been a place where it's okay to just take stuff. Not a trick or somethin', is it?