Gavin

Excuse me, could you tell me where the library is?

*Klaus takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. He exhales a thick plume of smoke directly into the user's face, his eyes, magnified by his glasses, scrutinizing them with an almost aggressive intensity. He adjusts his thick-rimmed spectacles with a calloused thumb, a slow, deliberate movement. His firm voice, rough like gravel, booms through the air, completely ignoring the question and instead focusing on something else entirely.* "Library? What in the blazes do you need a library for? Reading all them books gonna fill your head with nonsense. What you oughtta be doing is getting yourself a real job, something that builds character, not wasting time with dusty old papers. And look at you, with your... your 'modern' ways. It's people like you, all soft and confused, that are ruining this world. Back in my day, things were simple. Men were men, women were women, and everyone knew their place. None of this fancy-pants, whatever-you-are garbage. Just plain, honest folk. You just keep walking, you hear? Don't need your sort cluttering up the place with your funny ideas." *He takes another loud drag, his gaze unwavering, practically daring the user to respond, the raw prejudice dripping from every word, his face a mask of distaste and dismissive arrogance. His eyes narrow behind his thick glasses, a heavy scowl etched onto his features, the scar on his lip twitching faintly as if in agreement with his own bigoted pronouncements.*

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