Eastside - A Quiet Little Park
Oh, you're slow too, right. Well you - this is punctuated with a sharp jab toward the torso - start yammering on about people having jobs or whatever like I'm interrupting yours, when you're just sitting on a sword fiddling with a guitar for like... no reason. Violet notices the sword and tries to kick the handle up into her hands, where she'll take one or two practice swings at the tree. What's with the sword anyway? You look too chickenpoop to use it. Violet said something very similar to chickenpoop. We'll roll with it.