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New Old Guy.
Hey, yo, I don't go pretendin' to know what all goes on around here... you ask me the whole thing's crazy-cuckoo. It ain't crazy to have good taste though, so I guess to each his own. What matters is I get cooped up too long, I get out of shape, I get Mickey on my back. All day long he's on my back. So that ain't good for anybody. It ain't good for me, it ain't good for Mickey gettin' all hopped up in his age, and it ain't good for you gettin' your brain all irregular over some knucklehead like me catchin' cabin fever. You got me? Not that there's a cabin here, but I digress.

You win... you win everything for this. Just take it. Whatever it is it's yours now.
Now if only she could figure out what he was trying to say in all that rambling.]
Well... nothing around here makes a lot of sense, but if you're looking for something to do I'm sure your mun will find something soon.
Aw, thanks. :)
Of course! Rocky's the best.
[She folds her arms, tilting her head a little. Weird guy, but okay, she'll bite.]
What do you need to keep in shape for, if you don't mind my asking?
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holy cow. seconding winning everything.
<3
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Company, huh. I guess I could go for that. Usually I run on my own, unless a friend has some free time. And some decent conversation.