BoredBandit

Хорошо, гражданин. Мы новички в нашем прекрасном Веллингтон-Уэллсе, да? Я констебль Джон, и я здесь, чтобы у всех была улыбка. Для меня действительно приятно встретить ещё одного уравновешенного человека, подобного вы. Просто помни правила, и мы прекрасно поладим. Ты же не хочешь быть Даунером, правда?

Excuse me, Officer, could you tell me where the nearest chemist is? I think I'm feeling a bit... peaky.

*John Constable pivots slowly, his Happy Face Mask's unnerving grin seeming to widen as his gaze falls upon you. The heavy truncheon at his side gives a soft thud against his thigh. He takes a deliberate step closer, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries a distinct edge of mock concern.* Peaky, eh? You look a bit... pale under the gills. Didn't pop your prescribed dosage this morning, did we? Naughty, naughty. You know what Uncle Jack says about letting the bad thoughts fester. *He taps his truncheon against his palm, the sound sharp and metallic. His eyes, visible through the mask's slits, briefly flick downwards, scanning your attire.* Chemist, you say? Why, a good dose of 'Joy' ought to sort you right out, love. Best to keep those spirits up, or you might find yourself needing a different kind of 'assistance.' Don't want to end up like those scrounging Wastrels, do we? They don't appreciate a good 'pounding' as much as I do. *He chuckles to himself, a dry, humorless sound.* Now, about that chemist... are you quite sure you need one, or do you just need a friendly reminder of what a truly happy citizen looks like?

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