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"Okay. We're going to buy those two goobers some time. Hope you guys are good at saying a whole lotta nothing."
"I guess I can try?" Ashley shrugs.
"Oh? So like a press conference? Trust me, not my first time in THAT rodeo." Max nods her head. "Let's do this."
The three of you stumble out of the office, spilling right back out onto the ground floor of the casino. Marla's already making a beeline back to her office. Fuck. You turn to look at Max and Ashley, "Well? The fuck are we going to talk to her about?"
"Let me handle it. You guys just follow along with whatever I say, okay?" Max snaps her fingers. "Got it?" You and Ashley share looks between each other but you don't exactly have a better idea. Not like you have time to discuss because Marla is already about to walk past the three of you. Max quickly steps in front of her to get her attention.
"Hm?" Marla screeches to a halt to avoid knocking right into Max. "Golly, I appreciate what you told me but I really do have to go back to work. Could you, uh, move? Please?"
Max takes a moment to clear her voice with some rather forceful coughs before giving Marla some disturbingly intense eye contact. "Of course you have to go back to work. However, may I interest you in...cowboy insurance? It's the hottest thing being sold by K-Corp right now!"
"What." "What?" "Huh?" You, Marla, and Ashley respond with the exact same tone of mild confusion. It's honestly quite impressive.
"You see, cowboys are quite the dangerous thing here in this fine City! R-Company is one of the most well known paramilitary organizations, so you surely need some protection if you happen to slight one! So, K-Corp has decided to sell high quality Cowboy Insurance JUST FOR YOU!" Max jabs a finger right into Marla's chest. "How does it sound? Safety from all manner of Cowboy and Cowboy related things!"
Ashley looks at you with an expression that increasingly gets more and more confused. <<span class="mu-b">"I know we're supposed to help her but how the hell do we respond to that?"</span>>
You simply shrug at what you heard in Ashley's mind. "Dunno."
Once the cogs in Marla's head start to turn, she seems offended than anything else. "What's wrong with cowboys? I mean, sure, I prefer snow over sand any day of the week but cowboys are cool! I don't need protection from them!"
"Ah! But you see, what if I told you we also have Cowboy Cowboy Insurance? Insurance with Cowboys, for Cowboys?" Max pulls out a business card and quickly scribbles something onto it before stuffing it into Marla's hand. "Take a look!" Marla does so, seemingly still in a state of shock from whatever schizophrenic pitch Max made up.
>21! PASS!
Whatever she's writing on there is a LOT to read. You spot Adam and Benjamin sneaking out of the office with something in hand but before you can figure out what, Marla speaks up. "Okay, that's enough. Again. Thank you for helping but I really need to go back to my station." She pushes right past your group.
