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~~[Locked from Mike]~~

Does anyone know a Miss Tennyson?

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Uh. Yeah?

I don't suppose you'd know how I could get in touch with her?

For what?

Does it matter?

Well, yeah. It does. So spill.

I'd like to speak to her about an individual called Darkstar, if she has the time.

What about him? We already kicked his sorry butt, so if you've got a beef with the leech: it's taken care of.

He, actually, has a problem with her.

Yeah, no kidding. And?

Call me curious. What'd she do to him?

What'd she do to him? Buddy, are you yanking my chain?

He is adamant that she has wronged him.

No chain yanking, I promise, sir.

~~Heh. Sir.~~

Yeah, well his concept of wrong ain't right, if you catch my drift. Guy deserves way worse than what he got, if you ask me.

What happened?

Let's see: he tried to eat her. Then he got ticked when she wouldn't let him, and tried to eat the rest of us.

Almost got my badge taken away too, the jerk.

...He tried to eat her?

What badge?

Her energy. That's his thing.

My Plumber's badge. ...Well, okay, so it wasn't mine at the time, but it was a friend's and it meant...stuff. It's a long story.

...It sounds familiar.

You look a little young to be a Plumber.

Okay...

Well I am one. You wanna make something of it?

Did I say I did? Who are you?

Kevin Levin.

Gabe Morningstar, also a Plumber. Pleasure.

Morningstar? Oh no you ain't, man. We don't need anymore of you, got it?

And stay away from Gwen!

...Apparently you're familiar with the name. Can't say I've ever gotten that reaction.

I only wanted to talk to her. What is your problem?

Your...whoever...Mikey-boy already talked to her good. Like I said. That's my problem.

Son. My son is named Mike.

...What's he done?

I just told you what he did.

There's got to be a mistake. My son wouldn't.

Yeah, well we got told you kicked the bucket, so maybe he would.

You're pro'bly talkin about my aunt, why?

Do you know where I can find her, sweetie?

No, cause you pro'bly mean my her in the past, not in my time. And if I did, I pro'bly shouldn't tell you, cause I don't know you.

Why do you want her?

I need to check out her side on a story.

Gwen Tennyson, can I help you, Mister...?

Morningstar.

Do you have a moment?

Morningstar?

No, sorry. I don't.

Could you make time?

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