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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]

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.]