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[Toaster]

Hmm... same as the pawn shop asshole.  What's up with this, anyway?

See what Drooly is checking out.

[Dorsidwarf]

When a game devolves into stuffing accountants into potato hell and hawking divine pornography to raise money to decorate your crib, dodging the last few dinosaurs in back alleyways, it is a truly good game

[Pancaek]

"Oh god, I've totally lost them. Mister Lee is going to be...something. Not like I had much help. Godsdamned teenagers, I bet it's the hormones that make them do crazy shit like this."

Look out of the window and shout after them. If the way down/out is safe enough, start pursuit!

[Harry Baldman]

Anybody like to suggest a course of action for Halesey?

[lawastooshort]

See if 15 eurodollars will get me and Larry a beer each, and whilst doing so see if the person who serves me is interested in buying some literature.

((apologies))

[Harry Baldman]

Larry, wondering what all the gosh darn comas people keep having are all about, takes a gander at the mag in the hands of the drooling man. It seems to feature another naked multi-armed woman, only this one is blue! And angry-looking, too. She seems to be staring at the drooling guy.

Clearly, she wants him dead, Larry thinks. And if that man is not made dead as quickly and messily as possible, Larry fears for his safety. A sense of panic fueled by awe at the sheer intensity of the deity in the mag overtakes him, and his mind briefly goes blank.

[Larry vs. Drooly: 6-1 vs. 6-1]

Without even thinking, he reaches for a fork, intent on jabbing it right through Drooly's impertinent eyesocket - however, the truck drivers in this town clearly are used to this kind of thing happening, as Drooly reflexively jerks his head to the side, looking very confused.

"What the fuck, man? You almost stabbed me in the eye!" he says, getting up from the table immediately.

Halesey, meanwhile, checks if this pagan currency they have here can possibly be enough to buy two beers - the answer is yes, albeit barely - beer seems to be pretty expensive here for some reason. However, rather than ask the rather chubby, mildly homely truck stop lady the meaning behind this strange beverage pricing, he goes in for a different angle, asking if she'd enjoy some literature.

"Golly, I do love literature!" she says. "What do you have, sir?"

* * * * *

John looks out of the window, narrating his thoughts to himself nervously.

"Oh god, I've totally lost them. Mister Lee is going to be... something. Not like I had much help. Godsdamned teenagers, I bet it's the hormones that make them do crazy shit like this."

He shouts a string of very persuasive threats and expletives into the night, but nobody answers except for distant, likely insane and homeless man. Lacking other options, John looks down. Hm. Well, if the two kids with their soft, cartilaginous, hormone-weakened bones could clear this, how could he possibly fail? Onward!

[John's finesse roll: 2+1]
[John's body roll: 2]

As he hangs out of the window and drops a single floor, his legs creak threateningly, and one of his ankles suddenly feels a lot more wobbly and painful than it did. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

[Toaster]

Larry is used to coming up with excuses quickly, even if they aren't logical or even plausible.  They usually get customers off him, at least.  "Uh yeah, these damn forks are slippery!  Sorry about that, so you interested in buying, yeah?"

[Harry Baldman]

Larry is used to coming up with excuses quickly, even if they aren't logical or even plausible.  They usually get customers off him, at least.  "Uh yeah, these damn forks are slippery!  Sorry about that, so you interested in buying, yeah?"

"Oh... uh... I dunno. These mags seem kinda fishy to me."

"This one's pretty good, though. Maybe we should buy it?"

"Well... maybe. How much for one?"

[Toaster]

Huh.  He hadn't thought that through.  What was the going rate for mags at the 7-11 again?

"Fifteen bucks each."

He had forgotten how much he needed to raise, anyway.

[Harry Baldman]

Huh.  He hadn't thought that through.  What was the going rate for mags at the 7-11 again?

"Fifteen bucks each."

He had forgotten how much he needed to raise, anyway.

"What? Hell no!"

"Yeah, no way we're paying that much for one mag. That's ridiculous."

[Toaster]

"This isn't your everyday Juggs, man.  Have you ever seen anything like this?"

[Pancaek]

"Oh, oh god, this isn't good at all. You know what, screw this. Getting mugged and beaten will be a good lessons for those kids. Something like: "when you say you'll come downstairs, you should totally come downstairs, or else you'll get mugged and beaten. Besides, 50% succes rate isn't that bad."

Head back to mister Lee's shop. Explain what happened.

[lawastooshort]

Show her my literature.

[Harry Baldman]

Larry attempts to haggle with the confused truck drivers.

"This isn't your everyday Juggs, man.  Have you ever seen anything like this?"

"I guess not, but I can't say I wanna pay 15 bucks for it," Drooly says, looking very doubtful about the prospect of purchasing such high-priced smut.

"That's twice the price of the beer here, and the beer here is really goddamn expensive!" the other one adds, looking somewhat indignant.

Not too far away, Halesey shows the truck stop lady some of his literature, a random mag he pulled out of his bag - the lady takes it and opens it up, perusing the contents.

"Gosh, sir, this is very interesting!" she says, her eyes widening. "What is this?"

* * * * *

John guesses that a 50% success rate is good enough, considering his current injuries, and decides that he'll just head back to Mr. Lee instead - limping through the streets is certainly not a pleasant or quick affair, but he gets there eventually. Mr. Lee looks surprised.

"Back already? Forget something, maybe? Or are you done?"

John affirms that he is probably done, yes, and relays the happenings of tonight to Mr. Lee. When he gets to the very last part, Mr. Lee's expression, rather cheery up until that point, becomes quite sour indeed.

"You say you two of them ran off? That's no good! They could get into trouble! Go and find them, you hear? Make sure they're safe at the very least!"

He does seem rather alarmed, John thinks.

[lawastooshort]

"This is... this is adult literature, written by religious fanatics in a drug-frenzied trance. Say they seen god, they do. Yessir. Just don't open anything stapled. Would you like this one for free? See, we're trying to sell these to raise money to save drug-frenzied religious fanatics and re-habilitate them, but I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're an honest woman - take this one, if you want it."