At one point during our upper New York adventure I asked Ruth why she was traveling around with Randy and Robin. I don’t know completely what an agent does but I don’t think they normally travel around with you.
She said that these last three shows were crucial to Robin’s career and she was there to make sure everything went smoothly. When I asked her how she could be doing this when she presumably has agent stuff to do it came out that Randy and Robin are her only clients. Her main gig is a multi-tiered marketing scam.
“It’s a luxury brand, you wouldn’t like it” she said to me.
Someone in a pyramid scheme not wanting to sell me their crap might be the worst insult anyone’s come up with. It didn’t hurt my feelings but DAMN.
When I asked her “it’s not REDACTED” is it? Because those women are into ritual human sacrifice and magical mind control” she gave me the cold shoulder. When I asked how she could give me that cold shoulder shit after the bridge she gave me an even colder shoulder and said “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You must have to be pretty good at lying to yourself when you’re an agent/conwoman.
Once this crucial three town comedy tour was over Randy finally gave me my audience. Where he told me basically jack shit. He didn’t know anything about Chubby O’Sullivan or interdimensional insect possession and he didn’t want to know anything about it.
When I asked again about his dad Randy’s response was “You can try to talk to him but he’s been dead for 7 years, do you do séances?”
I think he could tell that I was half a breath away from punching him in the kidneys until his balls dropped off because he did give me one lead. A friend of a friend of a friend had the number for Christie’s fiancée. He gave me the number and said that he hoped to never see me again.
“The fact that you were attacked by literal monsters and saw me defeat them with magic spells? You’re just going to ignore that?”
“I got worse problems than that” was his response as he scurried away like a rat.
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