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[wejustworkhere]

A query is put forth by a darkly-dressed man lounging on the ground, absently toying with a shiny new iPhone. "What is the source of your creativity? Your Muse, if you will."

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[gregorsterrier]

"Usually?" asks the tiny, crooked, scarred little man fidgeting with a piece of rather archaic-looking jewelry around his neck. "Threats to my life and the lives of people under my responsibility. I do my best work under pressure."

[wejustworkhere]

The jewelry catches his eye, but he doesn't comment on it. "Do they fall under threat very often, then?"

[gregorsterrier]

"Not as much as they once were. The medical conditions piled up, and I wasn't fit for the same sort of field work anymore. Still, a job description consisting of 'Gregor isn't entirely sure what's gone wrong, but he wants it stopped immediately' allows for plenty of creativity, even if the life-or-death situations are now down to about annually. So the choke-chain isn't so bad."

[wejustworkhere]

"Is this Gregor so difficult that your service to him is comparable to a choke-chain?"