Nah, man, there's no denying that we're straight up evil fuckers, but this guy was talking some shit even Hugh wouldn't listen to, and you know what he's like when the twitches get on him. Kept talking about some 'dark master' like some fucking kine satanist, or some goddamn preacher. I would have kicked his head in, but he had this look in his eye and ol' Fido told me in no uncertain terms that kicking his head in would have been a bad idea, a bad fucking idea. So I told him we weren't in the market for a new religion and Lewie gave him the old strong-arm treatment and he laughed in his face - laughed, in Lewie's face, like he wasn't a Sewer Rat! Didn't even flinch at the boils, and Lewie was in the leaking stage, you know what he's like. So Lewie unfolds that pigeon frame of his and goes to take a swing - his Fido wasn't paying close attention, that I know, he'd been getting the shakes for a few days now - and this guy shadowsteps out without missing a beat. I dunno if the local Keepers know about him, but we're keeping our goddamn mouths shut. I've seen some straight up evil shit, but I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched. Fido ain't happy, I ain't happy, and we're gunning for the horizon as soon as we can steal a car. Watch Evie for me, will ya? And if you got any sense, you'll be wingin' it too. I know you Rockheads don't think the same way we do, but...
Well, just look after yourself.
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