Conversation · Cuno

"Cuno? Sounds like something you'd call a rabid dog..."

"Yeah!" His eyes light up. "Think about it. Think about that rabid Cuno shit."

He seems glad someone understood what he was going for -- but right as he's getting distracted, you hear a malevolent hiss from behind the fence...

"Cuno? Is that some kind of gang name?"

"Yeah, Cuno's in a fucking gang. In a bang gang. Cuno bangs for Madre, bangs for the Mazda, bangs for Revachol..."

He lays the names out there with pride and precision, like cards on a table. Right when he's getting distracted, there's a malevolent hiss behind the fence...

"Got it -- I had another question."

"So you refer to yourself in the third person?"

"The fuck are you calling a third person?! Cuno's the fucking FIRST person."

He looks slightly confused but proud he came up with that retort -- but right as he's getting distracted, you hear a malevolent hiss from behind the fence...

"This is probably too lame for you, but maybe you know someone who'd dig this..." (Hold out the Man from Hjelmdall book.)