Conversation · Gary, the Cryptofascist

"Oh, I've been tempted." He nods gravely. "But someone has to stay strong for Revachol." His gaze shifts to the floor tiles.

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"Yeah, I'm more of a city boy too."

"I really owe you one for getting us out of those reeds, officer. Finally got all that soot out of my hair. Name's Gary."

"Yellow Man!" He turns toward Kim. "I mean... officer."

The lieutenant raises his eyebrows slightly and takes out his notebook.

Yellow Man? Might this be the owner of that mug you found in the trash? This is something to ask him about, after a little probing first...

Yellow Man! That sounds awfully familiar. Something to ask about later?

Yellow Man? Feels significant somehow, him saying that. You should ask him about it, later...

"Hello, officer! Name's Gary. Boy, am I ever so grateful to you! But I'm not the only one who wants to thank you..." He nods toward Lena.

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"Always a pleasure to see an officer of the law!"

He turns toward Kim. "I mean... officers."

"Yellow Man!" He turns toward Kim. "I mean... officer."

"Hello again! Very generous of you to help us out, officer. I can't wait to get out of here."

"Hello again! Very generous of you to help us out, officer. I can't wait to get out of here."

[Leave.]

"Yeah, I'm more of a city boy too."

"I like nature, just not this bloody coast. It's mostly drunks and degenerates that come here."

Degenerates? This man respects authority too much to see the truth inscribed upon thine own visage. Pretend thou art a paragon of virtue.

"Nobody's perfect. I'm sure you've been tempted to drink."

"Oh, I've been tempted." He nods gravely. "But someone has to stay strong for Revachol." His gaze shifts to the pile of soggy logs at his feet.

He pronounces 'Revachol' with a hard k, unlike other people.

Serious question time. This man is no innocent. No one is.

"Degenerates? I've been trained to identify the slightest hint of degeneracy by the pre-eminent authority on it."

"Oh, uh... I didn't mean it in any scientific way." His gaze shifts nervously to the pile of soggy logs at his feet.

"I am neither of those things, I can assure you. I'm a by-the-books, clean-as-a-whistle officer of the law. I'm not even tempted to touch intoxicants."

He nods gravely. "I've been tempted on occasion. But someone has to stay strong for Revachol." His gaze shifts to the pile of soggy logs at his feet.

He pronounces 'Revachol' with a hard 'k,' unlike other people.

"Sadly, I think I might be a drunk. Or a degenerate. Maybe even both."

"Dark times will do that to good men." He nods gravely, then shifts his gaze to the pile of soggy logs at his feet.

"Drunks and degenerates -- that's my crew!"

"Not a lover of the great outdoors?"

"Hello again! How do you do, officer? I'm still waiting for Mr. F-ing Field Research over there to be done with his traps."

"I HEARD THAT, GARY!"

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO!" Gary grimaces, examining the dirt under his fingernails.

"Hello! I'm Gary. Very generous of you to help us out, officer."

"Yellow Man!" He turns toward Kim. "I mean... officer."

The lieutenant raises his eyebrows slightly and takes out his notebook.

Yellow Man? Interesting. This is something to ask him about, after a little probing first...

"I'm just waiting for my friend Morell to finish up with his insect traps so we can return to civilization."

Yellow Man! That sounds awfully familiar. Something to keep in mind for later...

Yellow Man? Feels significant somehow, him saying that. You should ask him about it, later...

"Hello! I'm Gary. How do you do, officer?"