Perfect. Here’s the address:
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I’ll be right there.
> It’s a common misconception that you’re the smartest in your trio. Or at least you hope it is, because if you’re supposed to be the clever one all three of you are in…
You’ve actually been there a while. No dames have fallen at your feet or even glanced at your hat, and you may as well be wallpaper for all the attention you draw. Usually you stand out in a crowd due to your abnormal HEIGHT, but you’re slumping, and the club is bright and loud enough to serve as quite a distraction. It’s giving you a headache. You hope Droog doesn’t see you and you can go straight home to curl up with a bottle.
You catch the Inspector and you calmly head over to greet him. “You’re Pickle Inspector. Yes?”
Well, there goes that. Something in your stomach deflates. "Yes, sir." You're calling him sir. Oh dear god you're hopeless.











