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[velocette]

[He's outside the pub, smoking, and if he was a laugher (he's not) he'd be laughing.]

Well that's a mysterious, private party. Who's in the pub?

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[megamind]

I -- wish I knew. I just know Chris got really upset over Slevin, and Slevin's-- I wish I knew more.

[ The whole situation makes him feel dumb and helpless. ]

[spam]

[velocette]

You find out, think about letting me know? The more angles of this I can see, the better off everyone'll be.

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[megamind]

Certainly. You could talk to Chris, though. About Slevin. He'll know more. And he's worried. It might-- help him out?

[spam]

[velocette]

...Okay. I'll try. [Brash people like Chris don't tend to like the more mellow, zen methods that the Motorcycle Boy leans on.]