I'm just a regular Joe, see, just a working stiff with a missus who likes her fiction cheap. She doesn't have her nose stuck in a thriller, she's not happy. So one day she sees an ad for a mystery weekend. You go to some dive and they fake a murder and you try to solve the case. A snap, she says to me, a downhill roll. She should live so long.
Six hundred simoleons and change, that's what they tapped me for -- not to mention transportation even. "Holy Moses!" I opines to the little woman. "That's kind of steep."
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