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He nods. "What kinds of things do you cook?"

"Really? That's so cool! What inspired you to?" She smiles, intrigued.

 'I can make a good meal out of pretty much anything. But really, I'm the king of the barbecue'

'I spent a lot of time as a kid alone, or with only vermin for company. Like, a lot of time. Music helped me stay sane.'

 "Oh yeah barbecue is nice."

"That's a very cool story! People love it when musicians have deep and meaningful backgrounds. How did you come up with it?"

'It's the best. And so easy to rig up, all you need is a grid and a fire'

'Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe my brain was messed up by the sewer gases. Not that I ever lived in a sewer. And I totally still don't'

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'It's the best. And so easy to rig up, all you need is a grid and a fire'

'Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe my brain was messed up by the sewer gases. Not that I ever lived in a sewer. And I totally still don't'

 "Exactly!"

"So you're still keeping up the act, heh?" She pulls out a notepad and pen.

'You much of a cook?'

'What ya mean, act? I'm not a messed-up guy living out of a drain who talks to rats and has no idea how society works as it does'

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 Sirius eats his meal while occasionally tossing scraps of meat to the displacer kitten.

 The kitten catches the scraps with its tentacles, feeling quite happy. After a few more, it seems to be full, and finally hops onto the bench and curls up next to Sirius. 

 He pets the little abomination gently and offers it a small sachet of sweet-smelling herbs.

 Rolling onto his back, it paws at the sachet and purrs when Sirius begins petting. 

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 Bob looks up, hearing the sound

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 *AGH YES* 

Carl's eyebrows raise, and he looks out the window at the entity. 

 The creature slowly rights itself, or, more accurately, moves into a more mobile position. From its writhing mass, it unearths its black, emaciated arms and legs which seem to be connected to some sort of unseen central body underneath the tentacles. A gigantic maw of metal teeth and an oversized nose reveal themselves through the mess of dark, squirming appendages as it turns to "look" through the window, sniffing deeply.

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'You much of a cook?'

'What ya mean, act? I'm not a messed-up guy living out of a drain who talks to rats and has no idea how society works as it does'

 "No at all, sadly. I love food though."

"I just don't entirely believe your story about music keeping you sane, that's all." She's now staring intently at the strings on the ukulele, attempting to draw it on her notepad.

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 Bob looks up, hearing the sound

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 *AGH YES* 

Carl's eyebrows raise, and he looks out the window at the entity. 

 The creature slowly rights itself, or, more accurately, moves into a more mobile position. It unearths its black, emaciated arms and legs from its mass, which seem to be connected to some sort of unseen central body underneath the tentacles. A gigantic maw of metal teeth and an oversized nose reveal themselves through the mess of dark, squirming appendages as it turns to "look" through the window, sniffing deeply.

 'Um, hey?'

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 Bob looks up, hearing the sound

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 *AGH YES* 

Carl's eyebrows raise, and he looks out the window at the entity. 

 The creature slowly rights itself, or, more accurately, moves into a more mobile position. From its writhing mass, it unearths its black, emaciated arms and legs which seem to be connected to some sort of unseen central body underneath the tentacles. A gigantic maw of metal teeth and an oversized nose reveal themselves through the mess of dark, squirming appendages as it turns to "look" through the window, sniffing deeply.

 Juliet faints.

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'You much of a cook?'

'What ya mean, act? I'm not a messed-up guy living out of a drain who talks to rats and has no idea how society works as it does'

 "No at all, sadly. I love food though."

"I just don't entirely believe your story about music keeping you sane, that's all." She's now staring intently at the strings on the ukulele, attempting to draw it on her notepad.

 'Well, we all do. Without it, we'd die.'

'You mean, ya don't think I'm entirely sane? Where would you get that idea?' He strokes Hi, who blows a raspberry at him

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'Well, we all do. Without it, we'd die.'

'You mean, ya don't think I'm entirely sane? Where would you get that idea?' He strokes Hi, who blows a raspberry at him

 "But, you um, know what I mean."

"I just think lots of musicians make up fake backstories so people think their music is more meaningful."

'Yeah, I know what you mean. Food is necessary. But it's more than just that.'

'Ya don't believe that I'm a long-term sewer-dweller, or a scavenger, or was raised by rats? Ok, who do ya think I am?'

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 'Um, hey?'

 The entity bursts through the doors, sniffing around. It moves over to Bob with frightening speed, its body darting like some sort of tadpole-insect-cephalopod.

It breathes deeply, then reaches a hand into its mouth, roots around, and produces a strange object from within. It resembles a thin, clear membrane filled with colorful stars floating in white mist. Try as he might, Bob cannot recognize a single shade of any of the stars' colors. The creature pantomimes eating and offers the object to Bob.

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'Yeah, I know what you mean. Food is necessary. But it's more than just that.'

'Ya don't believe that I'm a long-term sewer-dweller, or a scavenger, or was raised by rats? Ok, who do ya think I am?'

 He nods.

She looks flint in the eyes, instinctively trying to work him out. "I can't be expect to know who you are, yet. But its my job as a journalist to question everything in front of me." 

'You know, back in the day, I used to clean out my helmet after a day of fighting, and use it as a cooking pan'

'Well, I can tell ya that I am exactly who I say I am, but that won't make a bit of difference. Unless I proved it to ya somehow?'

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'You know, back in the day, I used to clean out my helmet after a day of fighting, and use it as a cooking pan'

'Well, I can tell ya that I am exactly who I say I am, but that won't make a bit of difference. Unless I proved it to ya somehow?'

 "Wait really? Would that be... sanitary?"

"That could be fun! Do you have a way in mind?"

'I cleaned it out, why wouldn't it be?'

'If I was just an average guy, would I know my way around the drainage networks? Would I know where the best places for surfing are?'

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'I cleaned it out, why wouldn't it be?'

'If I was just an average guy, would I know my way around the drainage networks? Would I know where the best places for surfing are?'

 "It just... I don't know..."

"No, maybe not. But I still don't believe you do know that."

'You squeamish or something?'

'Tell ya what, I could show ya around? Take ya on a tour of the sewers? Would ya believe me then?'

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'You squeamish or something?'

'Tell ya what, I could show ya around? Take ya on a tour of the sewers? Would ya believe me then?'

 "Um, maybe just a bit."

She jots something else down. "How do I know you won't attack me down there?" She asks, looking down at her notepad as she writes.