Dcstory2.msg

{{dialoguefile Dialogue for Stacy, the bar patron of Mom's Diner in the Den East Side. {100}{}{You see bar patron.} {101}{}{You see Stacy.} {102}{}{She seems to be a little sad.} {103}{}{Stop it!} {104}{}{How could you?} {105}{}{Get away from me!} {106}{}{Why?} {107}{}{Please stop!} {108}{}{You murderer!} {109}{}{Poor Mom! You'll pay for that!} {110}{}{Mom...} {111}{}{But she was so nice to everyone...} {112}{}{Sorry, can't think of anything else interesting.} {113}{}{My brains all dried up.} {114}{}{That's it.} {115}{}{Hi.} {116}{}{Have you said hi to Mom yet?} {117}{}{Oh, hi.} {118}{}{Oh, you again.} {119}{}{Tell me about your cat.} {120}{}{Why the glum flace?} {121}{}{You come here often?} {122}{}{I'll have to catch you later. Bye.} {123}{}{Okah?} {124}{}{Ug.} {131}{}{Please don't bother me. I'm really not in the mood right now.} {132}{}{Ugra.} {133}{}{Fegi.} {134}{}{Oh, nothing really. Just sometimes I get thinking about my mom and cat. I miss them so very much.} {135}{}{Cat?} {136}{}{Sorry to hear that. Bye.} {137}{}{Yeah, Cuddles. She was such a sweet cat. I really don't feel like talking about it... Well, unless you'd like to buy me a drink. That might help.} {138}{}{As I said, I would prefer not to talk about it right now. If you'd like to buy me a drink, it might loosen my tongue.} {139}{}{Of course I will. I'd love to hear about it.} {140}{}{Sure.} {141}{}{Sorry, I can't spare $10 right now.} {142}{}{Obviously.} {143}{}{Do you think you're funny or something? Get a better line.} {144}{}{So why the glum flace?} {145}{}{Whatever, bye.} {146}{}{I hear there used to be ones that were as big as you and me. They used to eat animals as big as a brahmin. Now that's scary stuff.} {147}{}{That's nothing.} {148}{}{Yeah, it is.} {149}{}{The kind I'm talking about is a small cute animal, bigger than a rat but smaller than a dog. Some are fluffy, like my Cuddles, but others have short hair.} {150}{}{Really?} {151}{}{They like to be pet like a dog does, but cats make this wonderful relaxing sound when you pet them.} {152}{}{Strange.} {153}{}{Cuddles always used to help me go to sleep at night. I think of her every night when I try to go to sleep.} {154}{}{Sounds nice.} {155}{}{Go on.} {156}{}{I had her when I was a kid, but she disappeared. I didn't know then what happened to her, I was too young.} {157}{}{Why?} {158}{}{Well, food was awfully scarce back then and people had to eat. It's quite sad really...} {159}{}{What?} {160}{}{People would hunt them because they were such easy prey. None of them are around anymore because of it.} {161}{}{Sick!} {162}{}{I can understand that.} {163}{}{Those were the wild ones, but I'm sure that's what happened to mine. Now I know why Mom always kept a close eye on her.} {164}{}{How sad.} {165}{}{I'm sorry.} {166}{}{Oh...} {167}{}{It makes me sad to think about it...} {168}{}{Bye.} {169}{}{Stacy told you a sweet story about her darling cat Cuddles.}
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