Part 63
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So much talking, so little distance covered. Too much more of this and I may start collecting tongues
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I know that Daisy put a contract out on your head. Remain ever vigilant my irritating friend, that bitch seems crazy, willing to kill over a necklace made of flowers. But then I've killed for less
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Maybe Daisy was on to something
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Praise the tender mercies of the god of misplaced items for the favor he has shown this day
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Low blow, appealing to the shiny item whore in me. I'll get your damn book, but then you gotta send me back!
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Random parchment? Make haste into my inventory sleeve!
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Another flower necklace...maybe this one is Daisy's...good thing I didn't go back with just the other one I suppose, she didn't seem well adjusted
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Crap, someone roused the philosopher king
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Continue this line of questioning and they may have to rename you "The sharga with the man-sized fist imprint in the soft spot on the top of his head"
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And shargas don't often sharg. Or maybe they do, just not while I'm killing them, which is how I spent roughly 99% of my time with shargas before I met you
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For some, the sweet release of death cannot come soon enough