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Time Traveller
"...Blood River Gang?" You finish, and hold your breath.
Gripes' face goes first deathly pale then beetroot red. His balding head bears a sheen of perspiration.
"Why, fellow, you've got a nerve, coming in here with that kinda talk!" He growls, "You ought not believe the rumours people make up in these small towns!"
He lifts a pudgy arm and points at the door.
"You get the hell outta here, right now, mister. Blood River Gang indeed, this is a respectable establishment. You heard me, get the hell out!"
Gripes' face goes first deathly pale then beetroot red. His balding head bears a sheen of perspiration.
"Why, fellow, you've got a nerve, coming in here with that kinda talk!" He growls, "You ought not believe the rumours people make up in these small towns!"
He lifts a pudgy arm and points at the door.
"You get the hell outta here, right now, mister. Blood River Gang indeed, this is a respectable establishment. You heard me, get the hell out!"