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Bob walked in and sauntered over to the bar, his hobnailed boots clomping heavily on the floor. Adorning his left hip was a heavy cutlass, in his left hand he was twirling a black cane tipped with a ruby. He wore dark grey pants along with a grey sleeveless, high necked shirt under a golden-brown, high-necked vest. As he sat down at the bar he heard the tale end of the conversation.
Looking over revealed his face, which, although it was handsome, with the multiple scars, the dark green eypatch covering one eye, and the snowy-white hair, he appeared somewhat intimidating.
"I was there once. I think I was stabbed there. Twice. Or was that that Grid place? One of the two." Bob thought for a moment, "Ah, wait I remember now. It was both."
Looking over revealed his face, which, although it was handsome, with the multiple scars, the dark green eypatch covering one eye, and the snowy-white hair, he appeared somewhat intimidating.
"I was there once. I think I was stabbed there. Twice. Or was that that Grid place? One of the two." Bob thought for a moment, "Ah, wait I remember now. It was both."
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.