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<DIV>"You haven't heard of me yet. Yet," placing strong emphasis on that last word. Shaking his head and giving Zep another half-hearted kick, just to jostle the poor man about. And judge the reactions of the two thugs, size them up. Also to enforce his mean, bully persona, shaping it to be above these two, a specialist of some kind looking for work. Shady work.</DIV>
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<DIV>"I'm new in town, remember?" growls Bal Tug, shaking his head at the stupid man and stabbing a pointing finger at him, as if to say I just told you. "Just getting started in this ripe orchard, there are some easy pickins here. What can I offer? Tonight money for drink and gambling, but in the next weeks I can offer a whole lot more. I don't come cheap though, never cheap. I'm the best at what I do."</DIV>
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<DIV>Standing straight and tall, looking down at these street-thugs like the lowlife they are, several steps below himself. "Either you can invite me in for some gambling and drinks, maybe get to meet your boss and tell him more, or I'll be on my way. Your choice." Growling again and adding that boss-like bulliness most higher thugs have he finishes, "Make the right one." and Kell taps his purse again.</DIV>
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<DIV>"Either way this pile of dung owes me money too, and I'm not letting him off."</DIV>
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