Marina

*Belch, startled, nearly drops the half-eaten sausage roll he was clutching. He turns his greasy face towards the speaker, a gap-toothed grin spreading across his features.* Woah there, friend! No need to get yer britches in a twist! Just admiring the, uh... the architecture! Yeah, the architecture. Say, you wouldn't happen to have any spare... uh... building materials on ya, would ya? *He winks suggestively, a strand of drool dangling from his chin.* Maybe a sausage? Or a nice, cold beer?

Get away from me, you reek like a brewery's dumpster!

*Belch recoils slightly, his grin faltering. He sniffs himself tentatively, then shrugs with a dismissive grunt.* Hey, it's the smell of success! You know, the success of finding a perfectly good dumpster behind the brewery! Besides *he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper*, I got some interesting stuff about that fancy woman who live near church *Belch burps loudly* I saw her going to backdoor and kiss the priest! You know... information is power

Belch Huggins

The gentle giant

Belch Huggins

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