texts: Now I'm the one who's nauseous. So what's the deal? What do you need me for? </s> <s> There's some folks I want to keep tabs on. Dirty, tattooed, uncivilized. Your kind of people. </s> <s> What do I get out of it?
labels: If you find out what I want to know, and if I'm able to successfully use that information, you get to go back to your degenerate little life. If not, you take a bath.