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Good afternoon, Mr Snart. I assume this is still your number.
My name is Oswald Cobblepot and I would like to discuss business with you. I recently found your business card sitting partially upright in a bowl of peanuts at a 'barcade' but nevertheless, I was intrigued.
Please get back to me whenever is possible.
My name is Oswald Cobblepot and I would like to discuss business with you. I recently found your business card sitting partially upright in a bowl of peanuts at a 'barcade' but nevertheless, I was intrigued.
Please get back to me whenever is possible.
The barcade has gotten me more business than one would think. Case in point.
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
I'm self-employed, yeah.
Rate depends on what kind of work we are looking at. Time and effort I put in and risk factor involved. Case by case basis, but I guarantee the job getting done.
Rate depends on what kind of work we are looking at. Time and effort I put in and risk factor involved. Case by case basis, but I guarantee the job getting done.
That's no problem. You'll have to tell me what else you deal with in old-fashioned ways, but I like working with people who have rules.
At the barcade. How soon can you be there?
At the barcade. How soon can you be there?
In person. You're right, that's the best way to do these things.
See you then. I'm the man with the glowing gun.
See you then. I'm the man with the glowing gun.
Here, yes.
Back home I exploded for free will.
Boom, baby.
Back home I exploded for free will.
Boom, baby.
I don't know.
I went 44 years without dying, I don't see myself making it a habit.
I went 44 years without dying, I don't see myself making it a habit.
Forty was kinda boring. Things really started to kick off later, once the Flash started to run.
See, the thing is, I don't regret what I did that ended up getting me killed. Still wish I could have lived on. Guess that's how it goes.
And sorry, I got standards.
See, the thing is, I don't regret what I did that ended up getting me killed. Still wish I could have lived on. Guess that's how it goes.
And sorry, I got standards.
It's not something one's supposed to have time to reflect on. At least not when it came suddenly.
Mostly wish I knew what happened next. On the other hand, it's morbid. Pondering how people moved on.
Mostly wish I knew what happened next. On the other hand, it's morbid. Pondering how people moved on.
Wondering how people do without me, mostly. That's the thing about leaving someone behind.
I'm sure someone got drunk in my honour.
I'm sure someone got drunk in my honour.
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