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[flagg]

Friends. Countrymen.

[ A smiling man, a man lowering the hood of his jacket. A man with a U.S. army coat over that, old jeans, worn cowboy boots, and a beat up Boy Scouts backpack. He's almost like anyone but for a touch of something antiquated about his clothes and the way he talks.

That and the smile. ]

Will you tell me a story? A joke or two to while away the time? I am a man for wanderin', but this seems like a fine place to pull up a chair and take a breather. A fine, safe place, where a story or two could do no harm at all.

And if you like, why, I'll tell you one right back. That's only fair.

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[wontturntofoam]

No, you must tell me a story. In exchange, I'll whisper a secret in your ear.

[Aka: In exchange I will unsuccessfully attempt to drown you maybe.]

[flagg]

[ Flagg puts his elbows on the podium and leans his chin into his hands in a parody of thoughtfulness. ]

That's quite an offer, friend. Let me think about that. There are many kinds of secrets. How good could yours be?

[wontturntofoam]

[Shrieky frowns, seeming to consider Flagg's consideration.]

Since I only know the secrets that I know, I cannot tell you how they measure against the ones that are kept secret from me.

But, I certainly have always found them to be sufficiently mysterious and occupying.