As someone who makes a job out of acquiring information, you would think you'd be a bit more tight-lipped. But what can you say? You like making conversation, and it's been a while since you had a decent one. Folks round these parts are downright shoddy conversationalists, and it doesn't take long for most of your conversations to go in circles.
I've been here long enough to catch on to a few things.
Like the fact that you won't run into any real shakers in this place, and there's a couplea reasons for that. The whole town's split up into two main groups: you've got the guys who came here from other parts, like you 'n' me, and then you've got the natives. Now, the latter group's real weird. They're about as quaint a bunch of folks as you can ever meet, sure, but they don't react to nothing the way they oughta. Heck, on some days I'm concerned you could show 'em the end of the barrel of a gun and they'll just greet you with that same vacant smile they always seem to have plastered onto their mugs.
As for our end?
You blow a low whistle.
Our end of town seems like it's got a real state of anarchy goin' on. Ain't a real leader to be found for miles around, and as a result folks are just sorta shouting all tryin' ta shout above each other so's they can be heard. It's a real mess.
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As someone who makes a job out of acquiring information, you would think you'd be a bit more tight-lipped. But what can you say? You like making conversation, and it's been a while since you had a decent one. Folks round these parts are downright shoddy conversationalists, and it doesn't take long for most of your conversations to go in circles.
I've been here long enough to catch on to a few things.
Like the fact that you won't run into any real shakers in this place, and there's a couplea reasons for that. The whole town's split up into two main groups: you've got the guys who came here from other parts, like you 'n' me, and then you've got the natives. Now, the latter group's real weird. They're about as quaint a bunch of folks as you can ever meet, sure, but they don't react to nothing the way they oughta. Heck, on some days I'm concerned you could show 'em the end of the barrel of a gun and they'll just greet you with that same vacant smile they always seem to have plastered onto their mugs.
As for our end?
You blow a low whistle.
Our end of town seems like it's got a real state of anarchy goin' on. Ain't a real leader to be found for miles around, and as a result folks are just sorta shouting all tryin' ta shout above each other so's they can be heard. It's a real mess.