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He's insulting you.

He's not going to move. He has no mind.

Could have guessed. Quite easily.

There's nothing in there. You cannot count on 'nothing'.

Mathematically uncertain -- operants are capable of possessing a negative value.

Curious. He's dressed as a pitcher.

Philosophically disturbing... but mathematically solid.

Sounds promising. But probably too easy.

She was scouring your body while you were out.

EMTERR's lost track of two negotiators? Very good to know...

Intentionally similar.

Just like Duchess.

They'll do it if you succeed too, maybe even more gleefully.

Some things are better left untouched.

That must be you. The 'object'.

Remember that Ignatz's assignment is pending. Best leave that camera alone -- for now.

If there's any 'fucking' going on around here, this man is instigating none of it.

PSEUDOPOD's obligations are now yours. Never show this to Carmuna. You'll owe her five pairs of socks.

PSEUDOPOD's obligations are now yours. You owe this woman five pairs of socks.

Notably absent is an actual phone number.

They're going to pin this on you, obviously. That's why you're here. This is a big set up.

You wonder briefly how much, or how little, you owe him.

None of which precludes professional assassination.

Could've guessed that was coming.

The formalised Ending of History. Considered a fundamental misstep by almost all leading economists and philosophers.

But a department nonetheless. Further proof that EMTERR are pulling the piano wire.

His 'department'? Press this.

You've got your lines crossed here. He's got nothing to do with secret jails.

EMTERR is normalised. Something that sane, non-conspiratorial people can complain about to each other. All is right with the world.

Raw deal. The flowers will deprecate. The shift is forever.

Equal parts capitalism and alcoholism, both late stage.

You've wandered into some bizarre capitalist shit here.

Back to the well. The one filled with alcohol.

Alcohol is the key. Ply him with the stuff.

EMTERR and Luz, bound for intersection, united in 'secret treaty'.

Though it may be smashed beneath him, this man was sent here with an assignment.

This is the phone addict's senior. Soaked in alcohol, duty long since discarded.

Colleague? How does he know that?

Doesn't make sense. Why not go for something that sinks?

As a member of the Guardia Municipal, it's unlikely he can openly talk about a bootlegger.

Common boar deterrents: loud noises and strong smells, such as predator urine, placed in strategic locations.

EMTERR is all business, all the time. Lots of money to be made from people taken against their will.

A single data point is noise. But more could suggest a pattern.

He's not so much connecting dots as he's sketching them into existence.

Hard to argue with a non-existent point.

Eno -- must be her father's name.

He'd have to know about any official movements on his patch. He's testing you.

The gas makes your mind swim.

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