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[silvergat]

[ What you guys definitely wanted to see was an unconscious body's face twitching, right? Right. Until suddenly the camera jerks up and--oh, hey, Kid Blue's waking up. Kid Blue's waking up and judging from the scuffling and muffled swear words he is not a happy camper. ]

Sonnuva-- holy fuckin' what the fucking--

[ he's going to trail off, too. Noticing the brand new wrist watch. Tap, tap, tap. ]

Somethin' tells me this ain't Kansas. [ He's not sassy, he means that literally. Definitely not Kansas. He doesn't seem to realize it's recording, though, because he hoists himself to his feet, picks up the huge, western-style revolver and tucks it back into it's embroidered holster. Pushes the hair out of his eyes, breathes out slowly. Says the one thing pretty much everyone has at least thought when realizing where they were: ]

Well fuck.

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[gloryisbullshit]

And broken, looks like. [His gaze drops pointedly to that stutter step.]

[silvergat]

Yeah, hit it durin' a shoot-out.

[ YES LIE THERE IS NO ONE FROM YOUR WORLD NOW IS THE TIME GO GO GO GO GO GO ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[One shoulder shrug. He can't exactly contest the fact and is as likely on Party's planet as anywhere else so.] Better'n just bein a gimp, I guess. When was it?

[silvergat]

While ago. It ain't botherin' me that much. Can still do my job, right?

[gloryisbullshit]

Maybe. [He grins.] You know, I heard plentya people die to get here. You sure you didn't bite in on the job, big man?

[silvergat]

Yeah--I mean

I fuckin' died but that--s'not...


Y'know.... This...

[Squint. ] Did you?

[gloryisbullshit]

No. Do I look dead?

[silvergat]

Yeah but didja. Die.

[gloryisbullshit]

I said no. [And don't ask again! Party straightens, a little huffy, hands jamming his pockets.] So--crippled on the job right? What's the job?

[silvergat]

M'gatman. Abe runs the town and we're his best men for the job--none of those fuck-up turkeys that assasinate still targets, nuh-uh. We clean up the streets if people owe 'em, if they get on borrowed territory, huh?

[gloryisbullshit]

Huh, huh. [He eyes that stutter-step again, a little quieter for his apprehension about just how organized this story seems.] So--you a mobster lackey.

[silvergat]

Yeah, sure. Lackey ain't the right word for it--I'm his right-hand. [ Or, was... ]