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[signatures]

[ Attached is a picture of an egg nestled in the farthest corner of Eames' backyard, Pancake tentatively sniffing it. ]

I don't think I've come across anything free in the City that led to something good. Beer coming out of the pipes, getting pelted by items falling out of the sky, so on and so forth ...

I'm placing a few coins that what comes out of these eggs is alien, hungry, and aims directly for the face.

Comments

[signatures]

Client confidentiality is still a thing in some circles.

[whitetwoguns]

Sounds like too much trouble even for those pillow lips of yours.

[signatures]

My mother blessed me in the only way she could manage.

Still, that's a shame.

[whitetwoguns]

You're saying that without seeing my dick. Don't worry about it.

Are you that hurting for cash, is that it? Last I knew you're an able body capable of labor.

[signatures]

I've already seen it with Orange's eyes, that one weekend.

No, no. Restless, is more accurate.

[whitetwoguns]

You want to back up a minute and go from there. What?

...Oh. I get you. Fuck. Hard time. A night out could help though. They got some pretty good clubs for all kinds.

laaaateeee oops

[signatures]

Not that kind of restless, Mister White.

Remember that exciting morning?

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[whitetwoguns]

What kind then?

That was from a time when that mug of yours wasn't my favorites if I'm not mistaken.

[signatures]

Use for imagination for something a little less dirty but just as gritty.

Am I a favourite now?

[whitetwoguns]

A fist fight then? Just say so, Eames. We're that kind of friend.

Don't let it go to your head. I can easily take it back.

[signatures]

Something like that. Come over when you're free.

I'll keep you from regretting it.

[whitetwoguns]

That still sounds like a proposition. I'll ring you before coming on up.

[signatures]

Excellent.