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[punchedhitler]

There sure are a lot of people out today. I heard it's some kind of curse, but it doesn't seem like a really bad one. I bet there are all kinds of people here today...people who like all kinds of things.

[What are you trying to say here, Mr. Rogers? Whatever it is, he gives up.]

Well, it's nice to see you all having such a good time.

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[fromlegal]

There's a lot for us to do in the City, at least.

[punchedhitler]

What are you doing?

[fromlegal]

Visiting old haunts. It seems to have been awhile since I was here last.

[punchedhitler]

It must be strange to visit. Are there still people you used to know here?

[caughtthebullet]

What kinds of things do you like?

[punchedhitler]

Oh, well, you know.

Music. Drawing, I'm pretty good at that. Peggy.

[caughtthebullet]

What things do you draw?

[punchedhitler]

Lately it's mostly been people.

[baaalackhearted]

Baa aa aa.

[punchedhitler]

...hello?

[baaalackhearted]

Baa baa aa aa.

[Love me, Cap.]

[punchedhitler]

Are you lost?

Kind of a cute guy.

[cry_reaper]

Days like this are always a little insane. We usually just go along with it and hope no one too traumatic arrives.

[punchedhitler]

I was attacked by a goat.

[cry_reaper]

[Pause. That's new.] A... goat? Four legs, horns, bleats?

[punchedhitler]

Yes!