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[Horst is standing in a room with no defining features, you're WELCOME, Johannes.]
Come one, come all!
I never thought I'd want to say that again. I'll need to come up with a better catchphrase before I open the yet-to-be-named Night Club Extraordinaire.
Anywho, I'm off. Keep your chins up, the week's almost over.
[TEXT]
Usagi, I believe I've figured this out. Here is the real picture, as promised:

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Horst has left breakfast/dinner for Johannes on one of the work benches. There are no guarantees as to how it will taste.
Come one, come all!
I never thought I'd want to say that again. I'll need to come up with a better catchphrase before I open the yet-to-be-named Night Club Extraordinaire.
Anywho, I'm off. Keep your chins up, the week's almost over.
[TEXT]
Usagi, I believe I've figured this out. Here is the real picture, as promised:

[END TEXT]
[OFFLINE:]
Horst has left breakfast/dinner for Johannes on one of the work benches. There are no guarantees as to how it will taste.
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[Horst leans very close and offers the same practiced, meaningless seductive tone he gives to the trollops Johannes refers to] But you know I'll always like you best.
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Your eating habits always were atrocious, even when you were alive. So I suppose I should be surprised if you prefer hot dogs to caviar, to quote your own words.
[He can feel Horst breathing on him. His fingers twitch reflexively around the gun in his lap at the closeness, but this is his only reaction. Go on your date, stupid bastard. Johannes doesn't know what to do with sharing his space like this.]
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Well, I do like cheap and easy, to use your words. Anyway, eat something or you'll be too weak to run from your failed experiments.
[Horst flits silently out of the room and is gone before this can turn into an actual fight]
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