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The singular of that crack makes me wonder...you talking about Snake Plissken?

Have you seen him?

Could be. I'm a reporter. I see people all the time...seriously, I haven't stopped in *weeks.*

Anyway...depends on who's asking about him.

Oh come on. Who do you think is asking about him?

*snort* No clue, Deep Throat. I don't know you from Adam, and hi...journalist. I protect my sources. If and when I have them.

So you do know him.

I might...note the 'if and when' part of that crack, Queen Kong.

Well you tell that bastard next time he goes pulling lame tricks like he's been I'll have him hung.

God, I'd love to help you. I really would.

But I don't know the guy. Heard of him, though...but I thought he was dead? *tilts head curiously and looks confused*

Lies. That man has never been dead.

Hmmm. Gosh, he sounds like...totally awesome. I'd sure love to meet him!

*makes a show of twirling a lock of hair around her finger*

Girl, how'd you know what he looks like?

*makes a show of thinking hard and shrugs*

Lucky guess? I mean, c'mon...guy with a name like 'Snake?' He's bound to be wearing an eyepatch or something, know what I mean?

*pauses, then adds a bubbly little giggle just to be infuriating*

Hershe swished her hand at Rian. You're a liar just like him. No wonder you know each other.

Never said we did, sweetie. But *if* I knew Snake? I wouldn't tell you where he was. I wouldn't send him any message you had for him, and I *think* that if I knew him? Snake wouldn't like you very much.

So I would say to *you*...*imitates her sweep of a hand* Go fuck yourself.

Which, for all I know, you probably could. I'm just going to ask you one more thing...

...where did you get that nail polish, I *love* the color!...

Who the fuck is 'old blue-eye?'

How do you not know who he is. EVERYONE knows who he is.

Hmph. Cher, I only know what I gotta know. And whoever the fuck he is? He clearly don't matter much to me or mine.

So, who *is* he? Friend of yours?

He should matter since he's been stealing again.

Plissken. He's more a bastard that needs to be bashed in the head for his lame bullshit.

Yeah, well, you piss off way too easy.

What the hell did he do to you, anyway?

Oh this is not easy. That one eyed bastard stole my helicopter.

*rolls eyes*

You got somewhere you need to be, mon ami? You're lucky he didn't steal him a new eye out of your head, if he's got only one.

Pft. That one-eyed bastard wouldn't dare touch me.

Sounds to me like he would. All your huffing and puffing...body's got to think you're posturing some.

So he either don't hit you? Or he *do* hit you, but he don't hit women.

Either way, do the world, me, and my snakes a favor...shut your goddamn mouth and leave a woman in peace.

And if you see him? Send him by...nice Irish name, he might like to see my babies.

I wish.

Never said he was going to hit me.

I'm not shutting up for anyone, not you especially.

I'm not sending him anything. GO find him yourself.

That's ok...you don't shut up, I get to put one in your ear. No big.

But now you mention it, and him? Maybe I just might do that if my feet get to bein' restless.

why'd you want daddy?

You one of that one-eyed bastard's brats?

Well unless I call him daddy because it's kinky, that would make it the case.

With Plissken, who knows.