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!!UwPj376bY/f 02/05/11(Sat)23:18 No.13797422>>13797298 "Oh, that you Duke? C'mon in guy, no need to be shy." he says as if you were shy. You're not.
The door opens and you see a remarkably fat man for such a high pitched voice. Squeaky, as everyone calls him, beckons you to come in and you follow him.
You sit down together and he pours you a drink, leaving it on the table. Your choice whether to drink or not. He definitely takes down a few as he speaks.
"It's like this Duke, I think we got a cop problem. I've been having this guy called O'Leary coming round asking questions, not even about the drink would you believe, but about some missing crystals. Now, if it was anyone else I'd probably shank the fucker and tell him he ain't welcome but I hear from those who hear that O'Leary, despite the inner Irish cunt in him, is laying down with the Dutch."
"Now that's a damn strange bed, don't you think? I just wanted to give some heads up, that's all. Drink's on me." he smiles at his own witticism. Squeaky, comedian in the rough. |