ARGUS: Morning, Param. [jokingly] Whoa! Rough night? Guess you’re still shaking off that full moon, huh? Param? Buddy? Are you okay?
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MIKE: Did you hear the news? Param just up and quit!
ARGUS: What? That doesn’t sound like him.
MIKE: And get this. The police were just here. A bunch of lab equipment got damaged and the culprit hasn’t been caught. Pretty suspicious timing, right?
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ARGUS: Do you really think Param trashed the lab and then quit to avoid getting caught? I didn’t think he had it in him, but he was awfully agitated this morning.
DANTE: Dude, he’s a werewolf and it was a full moon. He probably stayed late working, lost track of time and accidentally tore the place up.
VIOLET: I don’t get it. Can’t you just ask him?
ARGUS: And risk him biting my head off? Yeah, right!
VIOLET: I bet he left something behind in his hurry to leave. I can go scope it out.
ARGUS: Wait, what? Are you suggesting breaking into the hospital?
VIOLET: Sure! It’ll be easy-peasy. And Dante can come with.
DANTE: Don’t drag me into this!
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DANTE: I can’t believe you dragged me into this.
VIOLET: All you have to do is be my lookout while I’m inside. A baby could do it. You’ll be fine.
DANTE: Ooh, ice cream! Don’t mind if I do.
VIOLET: Dante, what the fuck are you doing?
DANTE: Enjoying a sweet treat!
VIOLET: [hissing] That’s not a real ice cream truck, you idiot.
DANTE: Well, this sure tastes like real ice cream. Did you get anything?
VIOLET: Yeah, the dummy left behind his laptop. Guard me while I hack into it, and if anyone comes out of that ice cream truck, don’t fucking talk to them.
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VIOLET: This guy’s got the world’s cheesiest desktop background. [to Dante] I told you not to talk to anyone!
ALICE: Oh, hi, Slimy. I didn’t see you over there.
VIOLET: It’s Slymer, asshole.
DANTE: You two know each other?
VIOLET: She’s only my biggest nemesis and the worst person I’ve ever met. She uses that truck for stakeouts, which is why you were supposed to stay away.
ALICE: What’s your game here, Slimy? You know this is my territory.
VIOLET: It may be hard to believe, but this has nothing to do with you, Alice. It’s not even work. I’m just helping a friend. [to Dante] Make her forget this, D. She’ll never get off my back otherwise.
ALICE: Oh my god, are you a vampire? That’s, like, so sexy. Can I get your num-
VIOLET: You know, you don’t always have to perform this dopey
himbo act.
DANTE: Why not? It gets me laid.
VIOLET: [frustrated] Because some people like you for who you really are!
DANTE: Like who?
VIOLET: Like me, you oaf.
DANTE: Oh!
VIOLET: Oh, shit! Uh, we’d better report back to Argus.
I had Celeste head off to Varg's Tavern to scope out the situation there, and Mike Nix happened to be there, spam-making drinks for himself. They hit it off well enough, but I didn't realize Mike is married, so that's a hard pass.
GLADSTEN: "Breast cancer?! This has gotta be a mistake right? I mean, I'm a man for god's sake!"
MIKE: "Well, it HAS been known to be found in men also. Especially if there's a family history. You said you're mother passed away from breast cancer, correct?"
