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[keepinitsaucy]

[Oh, Andy, you poor baby. This is not your day.

Andy limps down the street of the square, wheeling a rather beaten up and broken bicycle with him (he doesn't look much better, bike helmet hanging on only by the chinstrap).

All he had wanted to do was stop a bank heist, but instead, he had peddled head first into a wall and ended up... wherever here is.

With a sigh of defeat, he plops himself down onto a curb, bike falling next to him. Maybe he's hallucinating from the concussion. Maybe he's in a coma and this is all a dream.

Yeah. This is totally a dream.

He mutters to himself:] Aha, yeah, brain. This is a good one. I can wake up now, okay?

Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Not a dream, kid.

[keepinitsaucy]

Pretty sure it is, weird brain-dream-guy.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm not a fucking dream, kid!

[keepinitsaucy]

Well I'm pretty sure I'm in a coma or something because how do you explain this? [Flail/gestures around at the square at large.] This isn't Jersey. At least, not any part of Jersey I know...

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You should give fucking thanks for that.

[keepinitsaucy]

Hey! I happen to like Jersey, thanks!

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Why?

[keepinitsaucy]

Because I live -- wait. Why am I justifying this to you? You're just a figment of my imagination!

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You didn't huff too many fucking fumes and I'm not a figment of your imagination.

[keepinitsaucy]

Okay, then. Where am I? And who are you?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's called the City.

I'm Mr. Pink. Don't fucking say a word about my name.

[keepinitsaucy]

[Andy giggles. Yes, giggles.]

That's a creative name.

...The city's, not yours!

[pinkeffinprofessional]

The City.

[keepinitsaucy]

Yeah, I got that, it's just kind of... silly. The City.

But yeah, okay. Where is the City at?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Between ass and balls.

[keepinitsaucy]

Ew, man. Gross.