ill.

[worstpiesever]

Oh this weather. Damn it all. I can't be fallin' ill. That would ruin everythin'. I've got too much to do around 'ere

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[pussies_n_toast]

Well, that's what ya get, dabbling around in the sea when you're not at home countin' your money. Ya really oughta take care of yourself a bit more.

[worstpiesever]

Hones'ly, I think it's the city that's doin' it to me.

[hungryasalways]

What you're needin' is a down-quilt, ma'am. I've got plenty of feathers lyin' round, and I'm wagerin' that if you were to put them in a quit, you'd be warmer!

[worstpiesever]

Huh. A quilt made o' feathers? Sounds good.

[hungryasalways]

Yes, ma'am. I have one meself, and I'm sure you'd do well wif one.

[worstpiesever]

Wonderful. How much do I owe you, then?

[bluemountebank]

I would a-offer you a-some a-cough syrup but I am afraid you would just a-say it was a-made of piss.

[worstpiesever]

Right you are, sir.

[bluemountebank]

What is a-with the continued a-grumpy mood with a-me, signora? I was a-trying to a-help you.

[worstpiesever]

Sorry. Can't help it. Old habits die hard. Forgive me?