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[quickcleanpure]

A niche to fill?

It's an itch to scratch. They don't need me.

...

An untapped sub-market?

You don't say.

You're beautiful, but as philosophical and practical conundrums go, here's a pickle:

What's the use of a graverobber when there aren't any graves?

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[thenightsurgeon]

[Nothing except standing there arms crossed over his chest with an orange bag at his feet.

He'll just be staring and fighting down his innate disgust because grave robber, rule breaker, but he really needs to maintain the nice doctor facade.]

Oops.

[quickcleanpure]

[Well, how better to do his rule-breaking thing than while flaunting it before a disapproving audience?

You don't scare him, Doc.

...Much.]

disapproving Giles face takes on a new meaning.

[thenightsurgeon]

There goes the neighborhood.

[quickcleanpure]

The neighborhood went a long time ago.

[thenightsurgeon]

Thus speaks the roach who caused it to do so.

[quickcleanpure]

Funny thing about roaches. There's never just one.

[thenightsurgeon]

[The first word in his mind is Rotti Largo, but then he banishes it because even the walls have ears and no thought is safe. That's what he was told and that's what he believes.

Nathan kneels, picking up his case-before dropping it casually back down.]

Let me get something clear. I am told to encourage you and I shall do that to the best of my ability.

[He's a good boy. He always does what he's told.]

Someone ought to balance out what you do with a little reason so that people understand the system.

[quickcleanpure]

Taking orders from the Old Man?

[Not because he's aware of what Nathan gets up to at night, but - everyone takes orders from Rotti. Even Graverobber.]

[thenightsurgeon]

[Nathan visibly flinches. Then.]

No. a different-employer.

[He almost said Master.]

[quickcleanpure]

Who're you kidding? There's only one employer.