"Dad... we have a problem..."

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"Dad... we have a problem..."
Fear not, my child. For behold, though thou cursest my name, I have seen thee, and I love thee...
... And I shall grant unto thee a gift without price.
"I'd rather chew my own leg off than go on a date with you again!" Hacka says.
She turns around and leaves, leaving Matt very disappointed.
This is Hacka Fizzlebeef. Hacka Fizzlebeef is one of the bandits who've been threatening the town.
Hacka Fizzlebeef is also a hundred pounds soaking wet, mild as milk, and seemed more than happy to go on a date with Matt when he asked.
Curious, that.
Oh.
...Oh no.
I think that's about all the Plowmans I can handle; thank goodness it's the end of their round! Who've we got next?
"Well, the last time anyone saw him was at the party, where he got really mad about Irma asking him to play Red Hands...."
Matt's chasing his Lifetime Want. One planet down, fourteen to go.
He seems pretty happy with his unlife. Good on you, Matt.
Renna's still her dad's little girl, though.