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There was a Woobie inna bar, relaxing on a stool with a bottle of beer. He was once again wearing a blue t-shirt, proclaiming in white letters across the front:

My name is Andrew.
I am not a turtle.

Ahhh, it was almost like old times. Being a friendly sort, he wouldn't mind company in the least, and is especially fond of meeting new people.

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"Alright, well. You wanted something to do, right?" Andrew gave Bar a gentle pat. "M'am, can I have a copy of..." He paused, trying to think of a movie where Ewan McGregor used a Scottish accent. "Trainspotting. The movie, not the book." And lo, it appeared, complete with the guy on the front who looked startlingly like Lincoln, had Lincoln been a smack addict.

"Here," Andrew said, passing the DVD over. "There's a TV with a DVD player over there." He pointed across the room.

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Lincoln examined the case. His eyes popped a little. "Does he look that bad all the time? What happened to him?"

He'd been hoping this guy would have looked a little better.

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Andrew laughed. "No, he doesn't look like that all the time. Just for that movie. He plays a drug addict in it."

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He eyed the picture again. "You can fake that too?" He put the case down. "And I guess I'll find out whatever a drug addict might be."

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Andrew snorted. "Uh, yeah. It's not a good thing. But yeah, actors can fake all kinds of things."

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Lincoln nodded. "Okay. Thanks." He finished his milkshake with a too-satisfying slurp and stood up. "I'll let you know what happens. Thanks, Andrew." And he headed off for the television set, not entirely sure what to expect.