Rody: Hmm, Freia Lawrence?
Freia: You are?
Rody: I'm Roddy. I have been asked by a guy named Wyler to look for you.
Freia: By Wyler? What do you mean by that?
Wyler: Well, well, you're that private investigator.
Rody: Why is she with you?
Wyler: Sorry, but I must null the contract with you. I found Freia without the help of a second-rate private eye like you.
Rody: No way, Jose. I can't go home like a loser without getting my dues that were promised!
Wyler: Dead men need money?
Freia: Don't, it'll kill you!
Wyler: G'bye, Roddy!
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That was really fun!
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Don't knock yourself out!
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Oh, go home, poopy-pants!
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You're ready for the pros!
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