What Ho!
You make your way down into the dark garage and start looking around. You're sneaking around behind Cuddy's car when you bump into the large, very solid form of Cuddy's chauffeur, Tony.
"Hey, why don't youse look where's youse going?" he peers down at you with a scarred, amazingly ugly face. He breaks into a truly frightening smile. "Hey, it's you. Sorry bout dat. Thought it was some lousy thief or sumptin. Glad it wasn't, I hate breaking arms before lunch. Really kills a guy's appetite, you know, all that whining and crying about how much it hurts."
"Oh, quite," you say, bobbing your head vigorously in agreement.
"But hey, I'm forgetting my manners. What can I help youse wid?"
"Oh, nothing really, just looking around. Stretching the limbs, what." You decide that that's not such a good turn of phrase. "That is to say, nothing like a good garage for a quick head clearing jaunt." You laugh carelessly, perhaps at a slightly higher pitch than the typical Postletwaite chuckle.
"Hey, don't worry none. It's ALL taken care of, know what I mean?" he winks in an oddly conspiratory manner.
You go with the previous plan of agreeing. "Well, good, good, glad to hear it, well, well, just on my way now, so good to chat!" you sprint towards the exit and head upstairs to investigate
"Hey, why don't youse look where's youse going?" he peers down at you with a scarred, amazingly ugly face. He breaks into a truly frightening smile. "Hey, it's you. Sorry bout dat. Thought it was some lousy thief or sumptin. Glad it wasn't, I hate breaking arms before lunch. Really kills a guy's appetite, you know, all that whining and crying about how much it hurts."
"Oh, quite," you say, bobbing your head vigorously in agreement.
"But hey, I'm forgetting my manners. What can I help youse wid?"
"Oh, nothing really, just looking around. Stretching the limbs, what." You decide that that's not such a good turn of phrase. "That is to say, nothing like a good garage for a quick head clearing jaunt." You laugh carelessly, perhaps at a slightly higher pitch than the typical Postletwaite chuckle.
"Hey, don't worry none. It's ALL taken care of, know what I mean?" he winks in an oddly conspiratory manner.
You go with the previous plan of agreeing. "Well, good, good, glad to hear it, well, well, just on my way now, so good to chat!" you sprint towards the exit and head upstairs to investigate