There's a fucken donut shop on the road out to our place now. Something has it out for me in the cosmos, but yeah, I'll get you something when I'm off bedrest.
I've done less for people I've worked for longer, so like. It wasn't expected and it's still appreciated, especially since it's a lot to ask of anybody.
Also, you're dumb. Of course you're welcome out here. I can't go anywhere right now and I'm not sure we'll be workin together for much longer given that I fucked up Uncle Stuffy's wholeass shopfront with my body, gun, and blood, sooo.
We make moonshine out of fruit. Come on out and I'll answer whatever you wanna know. I know it's a lot.
I was making a little jape, but do you know what, I'll not turn down the donuts.
It was. But I'd do it again if I had to, though I'd bring more and better guns.
Eh. If you make sad eyes at Zulius or Dante, I'm sure one of them will talk Vergil into letting you keep your job. Besides, I don't think he'll mind too much, considering that you weren't even entirely responsible for it. If he does, I'm his favorite employee, I'll bribe him with an old sword to let you stay on.
All right. Hopefully this moonshine won't taste like vinegar.
Somebody's got to eat the donuts and please god why does it have to be me.
Better guns is a good enough place to start. Bombs might really be what you're anglin' for.
I think I'm gonna need as many people as possible because Vergil does not like me and he's also got weird demon instincts that make him vengeful and territorial sooo the more things in my corner the better.
How dare you our stuff tastes great. It's fruity and strong and then you wake up with no pants.
I'll eat them for you! They taste better than hardtack and salted beef anyway.
That reminds me, I need to find out where I can get more smoke bombs.
You can count on me, then.
That's not what I meant! I got cursed at the start of the month. I can't drink anything alcoholic without it somehow turning into vinegar. I've not found the miscreant who did it just yet. I shall happily take your moonshine, but unless it wears off in five minutes it'll taste like vinegar to me and I will remain horribly sober.
I do need to get eggs. Will you take instant ramen packs as a trade?
[Edward you terrible little man.]
I've got a good idea, aye. I'll poke around when I'm more rested, see what I can find around Undertown and out of the sight of certain authorities.
I have no bloody clue. I'm fairly certain I know why—the French were offended I maligned their beloved champagne—but what or who cursed me is still a mystery. Either I'll figure out who they are and persuade them to undo it or I'll figure out a way to undo the curse myself, but until then, perhaps save the moonshine for another time.
I'll take those names too. My own guns are old enough that Vergil keeps eyeing them with such longing, and I can only lie to the nice Ren Faire suppliers for so long before they start wondering why I need bullets so often.
Why would I apologize when I'm right? Anyway, don't worry about the French. Just make agreeable noises when they talk about wine.
Vash'll be delighted, he loves those weird crinkly packets.
Thankfully the folks in Undertown don't ask too many questions about weird weaponry, but uh. Good luck with Vergil. He's got a big checkbook and at least a little patience.
So you can drink again? Is your pride that important? Also, wine sucks in general. That's the shifty grape shit that Bossman and his dickhead of a golden buddy drinks, ain't it?
It's not a matter of pride, I'm just right, and the French are just being fancy snobs.
Aye, that's it. The bloody expensive stuff. I've tried it and if you ask me, it tastes about the same as two-dollar wine at the local grocery store. Maybe you can discern certain flavors in it better, but who drinks for the taste?
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I've done less for people I've worked for longer, so like. It wasn't expected and it's still appreciated, especially since it's a lot to ask of anybody.
Also, you're dumb. Of course you're welcome out here. I can't go anywhere right now and I'm not sure we'll be workin together for much longer given that I fucked up Uncle Stuffy's wholeass shopfront with my body, gun, and blood, sooo.
We make moonshine out of fruit. Come on out and I'll answer whatever you wanna know.
I know it's a lot.
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It was. But I'd do it again if I had to, though I'd bring more and better guns.
Eh. If you make sad eyes at Zulius or Dante, I'm sure one of them will talk Vergil into letting you keep your job. Besides, I don't think he'll mind too much, considering that you weren't even entirely responsible for it. If he does, I'm his favorite employee, I'll bribe him with an old sword to let you stay on.
All right. Hopefully this moonshine won't taste like vinegar.
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Better guns is a good enough place to start. Bombs might really be what you're anglin' for.
I think I'm gonna need as many people as possible because Vergil does not like me and he's also got weird demon instincts that make him vengeful and territorial sooo the more things in my corner the better.
How dare you our stuff tastes great. It's fruity and strong and then you wake up with no pants.
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That reminds me, I need to find out where I can get more smoke bombs.
You can count on me, then.
That's not what I meant! I got cursed at the start of the month. I can't drink anything alcoholic without it somehow turning into vinegar. I've not found the miscreant who did it just yet. I shall happily take your moonshine, but unless it wears off in five minutes it'll taste like vinegar to me and I will remain horribly sober.
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we also have like
normal fruit and vegetables and eggs and stuff
you can have real food too we've got jam
there's a couple of shops around if you know what you're looking for. i've also heard mumblings about people being about to make stuff like that too
what cursed you? like just magical bullshit in general or is it something specific
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[Edward you terrible little man.]
I've got a good idea, aye. I'll poke around when I'm more rested, see what I can find around Undertown and out of the sight of certain authorities.
I have no bloody clue. I'm fairly certain I know why—the French were offended I maligned their beloved champagne—but what or who cursed me is still a mystery. Either I'll figure out who they are and persuade them to undo it or I'll figure out a way to undo the curse myself, but until then, perhaps save the moonshine for another time.
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[ food is food, says the man who's eaten worms raw. ]
I can give you a name or two of the shops I buy my bullets from, given that my gun's not exactly from around these parts.
huh
well, that sucks
have you tried apologizing even if you don't mean it
... what's a french
who are the french
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I'll take those names too. My own guns are old enough that Vergil keeps eyeing them with such longing, and I can only lie to the nice Ren Faire suppliers for so long before they start wondering why I need bullets so often.
Why would I apologize when I'm right? Anyway, don't worry about the French. Just make agreeable noises when they talk about wine.
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Thankfully the folks in Undertown don't ask too many questions about weird weaponry, but uh. Good luck with Vergil. He's got a big checkbook and at least a little patience.
So you can drink again? Is your pride that important?
Also, wine sucks in general. That's the shifty grape shit that Bossman and his dickhead of a golden buddy drinks, ain't it?
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It's not a matter of pride, I'm just right, and the French are just being fancy snobs.
Aye, that's it. The bloody expensive stuff. I've tried it and if you ask me, it tastes about the same as two-dollar wine at the local grocery store. Maybe you can discern certain flavors in it better, but who drinks for the taste?