Royalty. Hmph. They're always late, they're always so very condescending to others and I do hope that this supposed 'Count' is royalty. For I'd accept nothing less to keep me waiting out here for...*check watch* Three whole minutes!
*rings the buzzer again with the tip of his cane*
*door is soon opened by one of the zombies*
Ah. Greetings, my fine mute friend! I'm here for a business engagement. No, it's quite alright. I'll let myself in. *goes inside, sheds his coat and hands it to the zombie* No, I'll be keeping my cane, thank you. Where, pray tell, is your Master? There wasn't an appointment made, but I do think he should be expecting me nonetheless.
*hands the zombie his business card, bone-white with gold lettering* Do be careful of that. That's real gold. Not the caret, but the swiss type. Not that you'd know the difference, of course. I do hope you serve drinks here. It's been a long fly and I'd very much appreciate a dry martini.
*zombie walks away*
...He'd better be back soon. *glances around the place, taking in the
*eyes flash yellow* We've discussed the United States already, Monsieur. I suggest we move along or I'll not be agreeing to anything you put forward. *takes the contract from Klaus, rips it easily in two*
I'll buy you your own country, Klaus. Just not that one.
So long as both of you are happy, I'm happy. *takes back the contract and places it into his briefcase* All that's left are the other papers to sign and I can be on my way.
*rings the buzzer again with the tip of his cane*
*door is soon opened by one of the zombies*
Ah. Greetings, my fine mute friend! I'm here for a business engagement. No, it's quite alright. I'll let myself in. *goes inside, sheds his coat and hands it to the zombie* No, I'll be keeping my cane, thank you. Where, pray tell, is your Master? There wasn't an appointment made, but I do think he should be expecting me nonetheless.
*hands the zombie his business card, bone-white with gold lettering* Do be careful of that. That's real gold. Not the caret, but the swiss type. Not that you'd know the difference, of course. I do hope you serve drinks here. It's been a long fly and I'd very much appreciate a dry martini.
*zombie walks away*
...He'd better be back soon. *glances around the place, taking in the
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I'll buy you your own country, Klaus. Just not that one.
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*big, blue, pleading eyes*
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Fine. You can have Vegas.
*growls quietly, downs his martini*
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Provided, of course, that's all you want.
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