"The fuck about it?"

"The fuck about it?"

"Do you know how it got up there?"

"Probably climbed? Cuno was busy down the road when that shit went down."

"So you didn't see it happening?"

"You heard Cuno -- Cuno wasn't even in Martinaise. Cuno wasn't in Revachol." He puffs himself up. "Cuno wasn't regional."

The city's too large for him to have left. But he wasn't here either... So where was he?

"Oh, okay. Where did you go then?"

"I don't know, some fucking..." He looks around, trying to come up with something.

"Remember Night City, pig fuck? Cuno was in fucking Night City getting shit done."

"What the fuck, Cuno! Stop being so fucking lame!"

"Okay. About the dead body..."

"Yeah? Cuno didn't smoke him, if that's what you mean." He draws snot up his nose.

Thanks, Cuno. That's one name you can now cross off the list.

"Mesque, or... or I don't know. Some other place... Night City! Cuno was in fucking Night City."

There is no Night City anywhere. That sounds like the name of a city in some pulp science fiction novel.

"Where is Night City?"

"Cuno gives this info out on a need-to-know basis. And you don't need to know." He draws snot up his nose. "Cuno didn't smoke the gimp, if that's what you meant."

"That's a fictional city name. Night City doesn't exist."

"Why you gotta be riding Cuno's ass? You haven't been where Cuno's been. You haven't been in Cuno's head."

"You wanna know where Cuno was? You wanna know what Cuno's been fucking up to?"

"Don't tell him that Cuno, it's lame!"

"It's not fucking lame! Cuno's building Cuno's city -- Night City, Rage City, the City of Rage. That's it. And it's not lame!"

"Lame!"

"That's the name of Cuno's city, bitch! Get the fuck off Cuno's back. This shit ain't about that."

What the hell is it about then? A city of toys? No, with this kid, it's probably made of cigarette butts. Or maybe sand and melting snow?

This is a minor discovery. Don't let this Night City business clog up your mind. Proceed with your investigation. If it's really important, it will come up later.

It's impossible to deduce what it is about, at least for the moment. If it's important, it'll come up later. Focus on the case.

"You didn't really leave the city. Where were you?"

"Told you, pig bacon. Cuno doesn't do regional. Cuno's been to places you wouldn't dream of."

"Fucking Mesque, or I don't know. Some other place... Night City! Cuno was in fucking Night City."

"Where's the rest of his armour?"

"Cuno doesn't give a shit about the armour."

"How come?"

"Cuno's fuck-gimp's got one big thing wrong with him. He's a fucking mutant."

"A mutant?"

"Do you remember how he looked?! Fucking growth hormone shit. He's a giant. The armour's too big for any man."

He drills his temples with his fingers in some strange, aggressive gesture. "Cuno doesn't give a shit about that freak armour. Cuno threw that shit away."

Oh, come on. He's just pretending that he doesn't care because he's too small for the armour.

"You threw it in the sea?"

"Yeah, that shit means nothing to Cuno," he repeats. "Cuno doesn't give a shit about material shit. Cuno's a fucking monk!"

"You wanna fuck on someone 'bout that armour? Go fuck the moustached Union fuck -- the jolly troubadour shit at the gates."

"What do you mean you threw it away?"

"Cuno tried to get the helmet on. It was too big." He performs a kick-off on the imaginary helmet.

"Cuno kicked that shit in the sea. Rugby style. That shit means nothing to Cuno."

"You're just too small for the armour."

"Get the fuck out of here, tryin'a fuck on me with that midget shit? Cuno's twelve! He's huge!" He squints at you.

"What are you... fucking eighty? When Cuno's eighty, Cuno can fit four of you in Cuno! Fuck outta here!"

"Trying to fuck on Cuno? Fuck outta here!"

"Who do you mean, troubadour?"

"Yeah, Cock-in-Boots. You know that jolly Union cow fucker? Came around talking about cows or some shit. Came around pretendin' like he cares about cows."

Yes, you met him at the gates. The one with the boots and the jolly smile.

"You mean Mañana?"

"Yeah, he's the one you wanna talk to. He's fucking crazy about that armour shit. Coming here, pretending like he likes cows, tryin'a catch a peep at Cuno's armour."

Curious, my liege. Why did Cuno feed you this information?

"And you're just telling me this out of the kindness of your heart, Cuno?"

"Yeah, Cuno's doing charity today. Cuno Day. Cuno feels sorry for you two loser-pigs. Cuno's doing pity now."

Still, seems suspicious... He may have it in for that guy. Or you may be paranoid. That is also a possibility, sire.

"Yeah, Cuno's doing charity today. Cuno Day. Cuno feels sorry for you, loser-pig. Cuno's doing pity now."

Let it be.

Yes, pray pardon, sire! Better to let it be. I did not mean to make you paranoid.