Conversation · Rosemary

I'm getting a really dark vibe from this. This... won't be pretty.

Who said anything about putting it up there? No, we're gonna put it in a way more special place. Soooo special. Just hang on to it, keep it safe. Wait for my sign!

But... I don't wanna put it up my bum.

Huh...

Just step away from the old man and let's have a little word alone, just you and me. Soon we will enter the Other-World.

Just wait for my sign. Keep it with you. Keep it warm, keep it safe. Soon we will enter the Other-World.

I don't know. Sounds like it's gonna turbo-boost my alcohol habit. My regular alcohol habit's gotten me enough trouble already.

No, no, no bratan! This is different. This is SO GOOD it's going to get you out of trouble! We're going to use it in the most extravagant manner!

Son, you will NOT kill yourself with this. Not today. So we're going to store this as a SELLABLE item. Go sell it at the pawnshop for a profit.

If you drink this, then you will die. That's a fact. And that's why we're going to save you from yourself and store this as a SELLABLE item. Go sell it at the pawnshop for a profit.

Harry... we're just going to store this one as a sellable item, okay? We're not going to let you kill yourself by drinking it. That's just not an option. Sell it at the pawnshop for profit.

"Friend? Do we know each other?"

"Sure, friend! You know it!" He points a finger-pistol at you and squeezes the trigger. "Chck-chck."

"Yeah, Rosie was there too," the tracksuited man nods, "for your ocean-based antics. We all were. Unforgettable night."

"Don't mind ol' Rosemary here, he's a buffoon." The tracksuited man waves his hand at you. "Let's have a word after your high-concept transactions, I'll give you the lowdown."

"I thought about it and you know what? I can pay 3 reál for the spirits."

"Finally came to your senses, huh, buddy-boy? Ain't nobody else gonna give you a price like that." The man starts laughing to himself. "Had to let life squeeze you to get that, huh?"

"Cool. So can I get it for that?"

"Sure, friend. A bottle of high-quality spirits comin' right up, that'll be 3 reál and you're practically robbing me at this price."

"Yes, yes. Life, squeezing, spirits. Let's just make a deal already."

"Sure-sure, friend. People are just so impatient these days. So, that'll be 3 reál from your pocket to mine. And at this price you're practically robbing me."

"I want a pack of smokes."

"My kinda guy," he mumbles, handing you a pack. "Here you go, friend."

"Here's the money for a pilsner."

"Bottoms up, captain!" He hands you an ugly brown bottle.

"Here's the money for the spirits."

He hands you the bottle. "Jus' make sure to enjoy that one, friend!"

"The legend is here. You know the drill. Smoke up, pilsner up... buy the beautiful bottle of blue spirits. It's..." he spreads his arms, "magic."

"The legend! He's back. And thirsty." He nods. "I got smokes and piss and a little... speed to spice things up."

"The legend returns! You know the dance. Smokable smokes. Pissable pilsner -- drink it, then convert it to piss! And there's... spirits and speed too."

"Good to see you, friend! Do I have deals set up for you, buddy-boy!" He spreads his arms as if wanting to embrace you.

"Good to see you too, friend."

"So whadda'ya want?" He tilts his head. "I got smokes. They're cheap. Very cheap. I got pilsner. Great deal. You won't get a better deal on that piss... Spirits I can let go for 300 reál. I also have speed. And by speed I mean amphetamine."

See, there it is, bratushka! -- you feel your necktie strangle you with excitement -- the spirit! Let's buy the spirit! 300 reál is a lot, but this has to be done.

It's our END GAME.

This is just another stupid drunk idea I'm having, that I'm attributing to my necktie.

Bratan, you don't understand. It's not just another drink. This is what our relationship has been building towards all these years. This is the climax. The mystery. The virginal sigh.

You have to buy it from him. Get it off him. Kill him, if you have to. Our ultimate fate depends on it. And the fate of many worlds.

The lieutenant looks at you looking at the bottle of spirits. Then at Rosemary, suspiciously.

He knows something is going on. In your head.

What if I don't want to listen to my necktie anymore?

Snap out of it, bratan. This is no time for melancholy introspection. It's time to BUY THAT SPIRIT.

This is the mystery and the truth and I need to buy that spirit.

Exactly! This is no ordinary drink. It's what our relationship has been building towards all these years. This is the climax. The mystery. The virginal sigh. That drink is special.

Okay! Wow! Bratushka! -- you feel your necktie strangle you with excitement -- the spirit! Let's buy the spirit! 300 reál is a lot, but this has to be done.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm a police officer, not your 'friend'."

Does he actually know you or is he just shopkeep-friendly?