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[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEY
BOY

Oh Jesus, this guy sounded spooked. He sounded freaked out of his mind. What was he, on drugs or something? Because absolutely nothing he said made any sense whatsoever. With furrowed brows and barely parted lips, the tuxedo tom would approach the newcomer and tilt his head to get a good look at him. He wasn't from here, obviously. Perhaps some sorry sucker that hit his head and went batshit crazy. "Who's facin' what where now?"

Jerseyboy came to a stop, pursing his lips for a moment. "Look, buddy, you put on a very convincing act. But I'm gonna need you to drop it, eh?" He snorted, giving a twitch of his tail. Whatever part he was trying to play, it wasn't working. This wasn't the time nor the place to be doing such a thing. What did he think this was, an audition for a play? Apparent-fucking-ly. "So what do you want?" He asked. They didn't have all day for this.

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