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[la_belette]

Wait wait wait.

Hold up.

Hold up.

I've got a really important question here and it's kind of a big deal.

This is, like, earth shattering. Big time. I've been hiding out the last few days and I haven't really been paying attention to what's going on out in the City. I've got a lot of work to do. So I really, really need to know this. Like,

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[Voice ]

[watsthename]

Who's Papa Jones?

[Voice ]

[la_belette]

A purveyor of fine pizzaria franchises across this glorious nation, Del my sweet.

[Voice ]

[watsthename]

Oh!

What sorta things do you get on your pizza? I like it when there's little wiggly fishies, but my sister says that the fishies aren't supposed to wiggle and I shouldn't play with them like that in the resturant.

[Voice ]

[la_belette]

Eh, the fishies are okay, but I prefer meat. Pepperoni, sausage, meatballs, that sorta thing.

You like pizza, honey?

[bythreadalone]

Weasel, why can't you ever use your powers for good?

It's mind-boggling.

[la_belette]

I can so use my powers for good! Like just now, when I transferred a couple thousand bucks from your bank account to the nearest homeless shelter!

((He's lying and totally didn't.))

[bythreadalone]

Dude, what are you even on.

Like I have a couple thousand bucks in my bank account!

[la_belette]

Oh come on! You're BFF with my boss, and apparently BFF with a, snerk chuckle guffaw, cat burglar. You've got to have some cashish socked away.

...Maaaan, you didn't even check. You're no fun, Parker.