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It's the first time Wilford's been back in the bar since that little scene out there in the open. Truth be told, he's been rather avoiding it lately, because there's a face he'd rather not have to look at right now.

And now, he's greeted with a sign in pink glitter. He's not sure why, but he's feeling personally attacked. HUMPH.

[ooc: plotlocked to Guppy. Thanks!]

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Ah, someone who needs updating.

"Welcome back." Guppy says, from the bar.

Wilford grumbles. "You sure about that?"

Great. What does this guy want now?

"Look, I know you've got a pretty poor opinion of me, but that doesn't mean I think you deserve to get murdered." Guppy says. "Security are making enquiries on your behalf."

The mention of security gets Wilford's attention. "Why?" he asks. "Tell them I'm standing right here. Case closed. Go away."

Nothing was permanent, and everything got fixed in the end. What's the point in security getting involved?

"Why? Because you're not a lump of meat, just because you reset doesn't give people the right to hurt you." Guppy says.

"But if that's what you want, fine." he shrugs. "Do you want to know where we've buried the bodies?"

Wilford can't even comprehend the concept of what Guppy's trying to get at. He shakes his head, dismissing it. "No," he says at the question of the bodies. That's already more information than he ever wanted.

"The hell is this all about?" he asks, pointing at the sign that seems to be mocking him.

"Oh, there's this guy called 'Graverobber' going around bragging about selling drugs." Guppy says. "I had to explain to the kids what drugs were and I wanted to make sure Brooke was paying attention."

"Ugh." That guy.

He seems all right, except for what he does for a living.

"You know why they call him that, don't you?"

Now that he knows the sign isn't insulting him, he finds a seat and lights a cigarette.

The main clue that the sign isn't insulting him is the fact that at the time of its creation he was dead.

"Well, I assumed either he thought it was cool, or he robs dead people." Guppy says.

Wilford nods. "Yeah. He robs dead people. And then pushes what he robs from them here."

Wilford doesn't gag, exactly. But the little shudder makes him look like he wants to. Luckily, a rat comes by with the lunch he'd ordered on his way in, which is a good distraction from disgusting dead-guy drugs.

"They bury dead people with a pocket full of drugs? Some sort of weird afterlife ritual?"

Wilford sighs.

"Yeah, sure. Or he just sucks it right out of their veins. Your way's probably less gross."

It's also less true. Wilford stuffs a gimbap roll into his mouth so he doesn't have to think about it.

"Sucks it out of their veins?"

Guppy staaaares at Wilford.

"And people know that when they buy it?"

Wilford shrugs. Just because he had the sense to ask what he was supposed to be buying doesn't mean everyone else does.

"Ugh." Guppy shakes his head. His opinion of Graverobber wasn't exactly high to start with.

"You get Buster back okay?" he asks, not wanting to think about that grossness any longer.

Yeah, Wilford wasn't very impressed with Graverobber either. Not after he learned where he got his product.

Just thinking about it is almost putting him off his meal.

"Yeah, he's home. They're putting the electric fence back in this week."

He thought the dog would have learned by now where home was, but apparently not.

"How high is it?" Guppy asks.

"About six inches underground."

He's already jumping over the six-foot gate at the bottom of the stairs. It's only a matter of time before he figures out how to get onto the roof.

"Oh I see. So when he steps over it he gets zapped?"

He's not sure how that will make Buster turn around.

"That's supposed to be the idea."

Wilford can't remember if it worked before.

"Dumb fuck probably won't even notice it, with my luck."

"How does that tell him to turn around?" Guppy asks. "Rather than just, like, panic."

"You'd stop what you were doing if you got zapped, wouldn't you? It goes next to the perimeter wall, to stop him from jumping over that."

Again, in theory. He'll know once it's up and running if it actually works.

"Makes sense. Good luck with that."

Wilford grumbles again and stands up, throwing a small stack of cash down onto the table.

"Tell those security assholes to mind their own business. When I want them, I'll call them myself," he says, snuffing out his cigarette onto his plate before he heads toward the door.

"I'll pass it on if I see them. But you were dead, so I had to guess." Guppy points out.

Well that was relatively painless, for an encounter with Wilford.

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