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[want_a_vacation]

*Today, the people of Mayfield can find Allen sitting out at the edge the lake, holding onto a fishing rod with his line dangling in the water. Every now and then, he'll reel something in, usually a piece of wood or something similar, though occasionally he'll catch a small fish, only to unhook it and throw it back, before casting out again in a

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[shoeofbaileys]

[Hello Allen.

There's a freaky, horrible green skinned fish man behind you. Right now, he's just watching. About a hair's breath away from behind you. Before, ultimately, he feels he just has to break the silence.]

What you doin', motherlicker?

[shoeofbaileys]

You ever drink a fruit cocktail outta a dog's skull? That's relaxin', yes sir.

[want_a_vacation]

*Swimming a little faster now.* I...uh...prefer not to drink out of skulls...

[shoeofbaileys]

You ever been to a party where the people all take turns kissin' a sheep?

[want_a_vacation]

*Swim swim swim this is getting disturbing now.* No, I've never even seen a sheep, but I don't see why anyone would want to kiss one...

[shoeofbaileys]

Never seen a sheep?

What, you live on Mars or some shit?

[want_a_vacation]

Er...Fifth Jerusalem, actually.

[shoeofbaileys]

The hell is a Fifth Jerusalem?

[want_a_vacation]

The capital planet of the Galaxy Federation...not that it matters here. *Still trying to find a spot far from Old Gregg to get out of the water.*

[shoeofbaileys]

Now you just making shit up. Tryin' to play Old Gregg for a fool.

[want_a_vacation]

It probably doesn't exist...uh...wherever you come from. *Swim swim swim.*