voice testing.

[byanyname]

I'd say this is pretty unusual. One minute I'm kicking around the old distillery, the next I'm... wherever you said this place is. Where'd you say, again?

None of my business. Right.

Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered by all of this attention, but don't you got other things you should be doing? If you're as busy as you say you are, you oughtta get to work. Time waits for no man. Or woman. Whatever it is they say.

Besides, you don't need to worry about me; I ain't a difficult customer. I can keep myself plenty entertained. Might even turn a quick profit, I find the way in. And don't I always?

I've got a knack for survival, after all.

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[byanyname]

What I don't know, I find out. Another one of my talents.

[makingastatement]

[ He's mulling this over carefully. ]

Maybe I could use a hand. Know anything about racehorses?

[byanyname]

I know they got four legs and an affinity for carrots. [A giggle as he rubs at his nose.]

I've been around the track a few times. Who hasn't?

[makingastatement]

Perfect. Someone's gotta keep the stables looking good.

[byanyname]

Real cute.

If you don't got anything, just say so. I don't need to be wasting my time.

[As if he's got anything better to do. As if it's that easy to shake off Mickey Doyle.]

[makingastatement]

Alright, alright.

[ No, really, he's grown out of most of the old jokes and has quite a bit of business under his belt. Giving this guy a hard time is just too easy. ]

I got a couple of things that need some eyes on 'em. Do right by that, maybe we can work something out.

[byanyname]

[And it doesn't take much to move Mickey back into apparent amiability. Because who needs trouble? There're already too many people in this business who don't know how to even crack a smile.]

What kinda things are we talkin'?