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[magnets]

Yo, has anyone got cigarettes? You know, like, cigarettes? Anybody?

[ The voice over the communicator is tired - but what else is new around here lately? - and a little wavered, like he's trying to keep it steady. Someone's probably been crying. ]

How about paper? For drawing or writing or whatever. Yeah?

Or, like, a gun. [ Jesse's voice peters off for a second, murmuring to himself. ] Yeah, yeah, a gun'd be good.

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[villainized]

I might be able to help you out.

[Audio]

[onteamdyson]

Like fuck is anyone letting you have a gun.

[audio]

[retrograding]

I've paper. [ A beat. ] Would you want me to bring it to you?

[magnets]

Yeah? Ya think? [ Jesse rubs a finger under his nose as nonchalantly as he can manage. ] Which one?

[Audio]

[magnets]

Oh, yeah, like you know so much. Why the hell not?

[villainized]

Why settle for just one? That way lies mediocrity. I've always preferred more to less myself.

[audio]

[magnets]

It's, uh -

[ Well, there's not really any OTHER way he's going to get it to you, Jesse. What's he supposed to do, mail it? ]

Yeah, man, I could go for some paper right now.

[Audio]

[onteamdyson]

Because you're crazy. And a gun probably weighs more than you do. And you're crazy!

[retrograding]

[ WELL HE COULD LEAVE IT SOMEWHERE FOR YOU, but really, Jet would prefer to see Jesse, because he gets some serious baby killjoy vibes from him. ]

Give me a time and a place, and I'll have it there before the sands shift.

[magnets]

Right on, man. Screw mediocrity, right?

So, whatcha got? You holdin' out on me, Lou?

[villainized]

Damn straight.

What I've got depends on what exactly you want. This gun, for instance. What do you mean to do with it?

[Audio]

[magnets]

Hey, screw you, lady. [ He weighs a bunch more than a gun. ]

[ He's not so sure on the crazy front, but he has a working theory on that one. ]

What're you, like, the gun police now? The NRA? Huh? Who even asked you?

[Audio]

[onteamdyson]

Damn right, I'm the gun police. What are you gonna do about it? [Because police in charge of firearms all hide under their beds while yelling at people they met for five seconds because they're scared he's gonna shoot up her friends.]

YOU JUST ASKED! You asked everyone. Meaning you asked me. Meaning you want a gun for reasons that are probably stupid so no. No guns.

[magnets]

[ Before the sands-- sure. Jet's got some weird lingo up his sleeve, but whatever; Jesse likes him enough. ]

Right on, man - you, uh. You free now?

[retrograding]

Si. [ Lingo and Spanish! ] Coordinates?

[magnets]

Mysterious, man. [ But the actual reason is crazy. It sounds crazy in his head and it's sure as hell going to sound crazy aloud. ] For, like, self-defense? Y'know, people always goin' on about like- self-defense in this town.

[villainized]

Self-defense is important. I can't deny it. But if that's the case, wouldn't you rather have something better than a gun?

[Audio]

[magnets]

Uh, probably not ask the gun police for a gun? [ duh kenzi ]

Look, you don't know why I even need one, cuz ya didn't even ask - you just gotta assume I'm all crazy, like, and you don't even ask why someone needs a gun. If I'm askin', it's for a reason.

[magnets]

Olé, my friend. Olé.

[ Well, like shit does he know coordinates. ] Uh, roundabouts the- where I've been livin'. Oh-six point somethin' or another.

[magnets]

[ Bear with him. ]

Like a rocket launcher?

[villainized]

That's a possibility, yes. But I'm thinking something a little more exotic.

[Audio]

[onteamdyson]

... Touche.

What's the reason? Tell me. Go on. If it's to shoot people, then the answer's still no. I'll kick your ass.

[magnets]

[ All he's getting now is hot Brazilian babes with rocket launchers, so - ]

Well, clue me in- man.

[Audio]

[magnets]

Yeah, I'd like to see you try.

[ Again. Ish. ]

How's about none'a your damn business cuz you ain't helpin' me out either way I slice it, huh?

[retrograding]

[ ... Olé. Oh, Jesse. Jet huffs out a noise of amusement. ] Right. Which building is it?