[Don't ask why he's sleeping outside, still in his clothes, across a park bench. His arm is over his face, he mutters to himself every once in a while. He's starting to wake up but his body is bitterly opposed to this plan. He has the worst headache of his entire life, and he's been punched unconscious once or twice
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[cracks one eyes open, looks up] Dunno you.
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Yeah, figured you ain't Mush, alright? Wish ya were, he don't got a face as frightenin' as yours.
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Go 'way.
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I take it you sleep on benches on the regular basis?
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Not that it's anythin' to ya, but I don't.
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M'fine. Who're you?
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Nice to meet ya, I'm Jack.
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Wasn't beer.
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