[The audio cuts on halfway through a sentence; Jack sounds angry and is mostly muttering to himself, sometimes drowned out by the sounds of destruction and chaos in the background.]
--Icarus, where the fuck is that? [There's a distant scream, and Jack pauses for several moments before his attention is turned elsewhere. His voice gets stronger as
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This might be a little difficult, Mr...?
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What might be difficult? Who are you?
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[o, a pause. right, he's talking to people. people want manners.]
Ah, that's right, where are my manners? Huey. Huey Laforet.
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[Jack snorts quietly, in a sort of derisive way.]
Huey. Isn't that a duck's name?
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A duck? Well, you are very welcome to try, of course. Sadly, the citizens here are less than cooperative.
You still haven't told me your name.
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Jack.
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Jack... No, I'm afraid it's not.
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[He's heard much colder, more unpleasant laughter in his time; rather than be perturbed, he brushes it off.]
So, which way's out?
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Well, then. Would you help me find it?
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If you couldn't be buggered to find an exit for yourself, you wouldn't be too useful.
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You're probably right. Every man for himself, then?
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Of course. Was it ever anything other than that? If I help anyone else out, they're lucky.
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Given the circumstances in this place right now, you would have to be suicidal to even attempt that. But I trust you can look after yourself.
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I have been looking out for myself for a very long time, though, so I may have a natural advantage.
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