considering thusia

[pampadam]

Listen, doll, dyin's not a problem.

Better than being in stir or broken down, yeah? So, yeah, don't worry about it, I'll be fine.

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[not_onyourside]

Being een stir?

[pampadam]

The slammer. Y'know, jail?

[not_onyourside]

I know what eet ees. I have just never heard eet called zhat.

[pampadam]

Pro'lly 'cause you're not from around here, mister. It's a cagey way of sayin' it where I'm from.

[not_onyourside]

What gave eet away?

[He rolls his eyes and flicks the butt of his cigarette away.]

So you are going to die eenstead? Curious.

[pampadam]

It wasn't the accent.

[taking a long drag from his own cigarette]

Yeah. No biggie. It was bound to happen with my line of work.

[not_onyourside]

Eet ees a common occurrence een my line of work as well. And what do you do zhat ees so dangerous?

[pampadam]

Smuggling. Stealing monsters.

What do you do?

[not_onyourside]

You steal -- monsters?

I am a Spy. Zhe RED Spy een fact.

[pampadam]

Yeah. Like, freaks: mermaids, harpies, centaurs, that type of thing. Kind of a sad job, really, 'cause all I'm doin' is trying to get them outta the hands of guys who think they own 'em.

A commie spy?

[not_onyourside]

Mermaids. Of course! Why not. Because people often keep such zhings as pets.

A .. ? Non! Do I appear Russian to you?