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[b]Aidan Callahan, The [s]Guy Who Knows a Guy[/s] Wyrm[/b]

Heeey! Come on in! What, did you expect the place to be some damn blasted out hellhole, or full of shit? Come on, jus' cause I sell some fun stuff doesn't mean I keep a bad apartment! In fact, I'd say it's about half the reason I have a good one. So, what're you lookin for? E? LSD? Something lighter?

Or are you here for the other side of the business-

oh.

That's, ah, a veeeeerrry nice badge you have there, Officah. Uh. Well. I'd just like to say that I deny everything and you can't prove half my stock exists, for the recard. ... What, ye just wanna talk? Off the record? None of this on the books? You swear? You're not going to rat me out? Last guy I knew who-

Oh. Right. Officer. Gun.
Right.

Well, I guess I can talk about myself. My ma and Pa were pretty nice people, I guess? But they were a bit.. stuffy. Not in a bad way, but like, I never really felt like I could experiment or try stuff they didn't like? Like, not even little things. They were plenty supportive of some stuff, like being on the debate team and my AP chemistry class n' stuff, but ... Well, I had to do something outside them eventually.

So I started smoking. Turns out it's pretty fun! And now it's legal, even. I mean, admittedly, the smoking isn't the important part. So I talked to my dealer, and he showed me... the other stuff. What no I'm not a druggie. I /make/ the stuff. It's bad business to be addicted to your own product. 'Ve got some labs set up in abandoned apartments, and part of the sewer system. It's, you know, a hobby. And it helped spur my interest in chemistry, anyways.