Jack was trotting his way through the dim streets of the Slums, eyeing those who passed. He was thirsty, so he decided to stop in one of his favorite Taverns for a drink. He walked to the end of the street were a large door was dimly lighted, with a sign next to it that said: 'Drink 'till your Drunk'. Before walking in, he looked behind him. Just a habit. As he stepped inside, the man at the counter called, "Hey, looky there! My favorite customer! What can I getcha, Thief?" Jack responded to Thief like he would his real name, Jack; he was so used to being called it. He trotted over to the counter, smiled at the man, and said, "Oh, the usual, Joe." The man named Joe smiled, showing his rotten yellow teeth, and said, "I suspected so. Comin' right up!" Jack went and sat down a couple seats to the left, and he morphed right on into his human form to grip the glass. When the man came back, he placed a foamy beer bottle on the counter in front of Jack. "So what brings yer to this neck 'o the woods this time, eh?" he asked. Jack took a swift gulp of the foamy beer and said,Oh, I'm on the lookout for one of them... Snickys. I hear they sell big on the Black Market, eh?" Joe nodded solemly. "Yah," he said, "you'd get a good price for one 'o dem, to be true. Though I got one question for ya."
"Oh yah? What's that?"
"What'll ya do when your sistur finds out that your sellin' another creature on the Blacky?"
"Good question."
Joe laughed a big, belly-rolling laugh. "Well," he said, "You can find out later. Right now, you best be goin' cause those boogers are sure hard to find."
"Alright," Jack said, "Bye." He left five KS on the counter for the drink and walked back out the door.
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