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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?

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[keepinitsaucy]

Uhh...

[In theory, the beach is great. Unless he gets sand in his trunks. Or his portable game station runs out of batteries or, heaven forbid it falls into the water through some devastating twist of fate.

Nope. Better to just stay at home.]

It's okay, I guess.

[errandry]

That's all you're gonna see out there! Uh—you're used to cities, right?

[keepinitsaucy]

Well, yeah, for the most part. They're kind of common where I'm from. I mean, my family goes to New York on trips all the time.

[errandry]

Huh, American again? 'Least that means you oughta get used to this place pretty fast.