'Bout time y'all got here. We were gettin' a little worried.
Might as well go 'head and thank you now. Or should I? People 'round these parts ain't exactly what one would call friendly. Neither gracious nor merc'ful, too--that's for damn sure. In fact, you're startin' to look a little suspicious right 'bout now, yeah? I sure as hell know I'm not about to go trustin' folks like you just 'cause you say so, like your words are some divine bindin' contract. No, that'd be the day I die.
So, this is the place. Not too easy on the eyes, I know. But it works, and that's really sayin' somethin' when lookin' at the majority of shit 'round here that don't work anymore. Linds would probably hasten to call it utilitarian but I never know what the fuck he's sayin'. What he's thinkin'? Easy. The kid's got nothin' but transpar'nt thoughts muddlin' that doctorly brain of his. But I never know what he's sayin', yanno?
But I digress, comrade (if that's in fact what you are): keep a sharp eye out. Take a look around. Just keep your twitchy fingers off my shit, or you'll be lookin' at a world of hurt. - Riley Finch
