ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE

[tehpuck]

Honestly. Is it midnight yet? Spending the entire day smelling of milk wasn't particularly my intent. And before anyone feels it their mission in life to point out that I could have simply avoided this grievous injustice done to my hair and completion, I'll point out that only barbarians do not wash themselves, and after a rather strenuous night

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[caf_pow_girl]

The Oreo milkshake pouring into the sink was kinda fun despite that.

[tehpuck]

The oreo is the worst. A trauma to remove from underneath fingernails.

[caf_pow_girl]

Tasted good though. I didn't try to bathe in it.

[tehpuck]

Neither did I. At least, not intentionally.

[cocksmanship]

Vote for me and I'll personally commission a Ferrari from you.

[tehpuck]

But will you buy the thing, is the question.

Still, one must respect a fellow salesman. I'll consider it, Sir...?

[cocksmanship]

Prince Charming. And of course I'll buy the thing, providing that she's a sound machine worthy of the name.

[tehpuck]

Rob Fellows. Robin Goodfellow.

And, seeing as everyone is connected and none can escape in this insane, cursed little hovel the populous likes to call a City, I don't really see the point of selling anything less than a fully functional work of automechanistry.

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[bangyoudead]

Now de question is, if you hate de smell so much, why didn't you go wash it off in a non-plumbing connected water source, no?

[tehpuck]

Because then I'd have to brave this wide world looking less than my normal stellar self, and what kind of precedent would that set, honestly? To say nothing of the irrepressible wounds it'd deal my reputation.

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[bangyoudead]

If your reputation gon' crumble from one milkshake-covered hair 'do then I guess I don' got nothin' to offer back, homme.

[tehpuck]

My reputation will crumble sometime after mankind does, I assure you. Though that hardly means I'll enjoy the idea of walking around any less than my best, mind you and your opinions.

[scaresthedark]

I would like to find a truck at some point.

[tehpuck]

Find a truck? Find a truck? An... interesting idea, my dear man, but slightly ill-suggested, in this place. A better plan, of course, would be to buy one, and as I am the very best, most intelligent and dashingly handsome car salesman back in New York, I was considering going back into the business. If, that is, there would be a market awaiting me. I take it you stand to represent such a margin, sir...?

[scaresthedark]

Yes, I do.

[tehpuck]

The sir without the name, then.

Well, you shall be notified should the business start at all, and we can begin negotiation, though without even a pseudonym, I admit it would be somewhat difficult. Still, I'm sure something can be hatched out.

[morethanasuit]

I'm interested in cars.

[tehpuck]

Buying cars? Or upkeep? I will need a good mechanic, if I do opt to follow this possible business choice.

[morethanasuit]

Buying cars. Not necessarily for... functions sake though. I already have several cars for that purpose. Back home I have a garage much in the same way France has the Louvre.

[tehpuck]

A customer is a customer! Who am I to judge? And a customer is valued. What hypothetical vehicle would I be tasked with putting you in? Sports car? SUV? Maybe something thrifty with the gas? I'd ask, foreign or domestic, but nearly everything is foreign, here, if only on a matter of technicality.