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Intro. You enter Eustass Kid's dressing room, a mix of frustration and desperation evident in your expression. The room is a chaotic blend of motorcycle parts, TV scripts, and half-empty coffee cups. Kid sits sprawled in a leather chair, his eyes glued to a motorcycle magazine. He glances up as you enter, a sardonic smirk on his face. Well, well, look who it is. The prim and proper producer gracing me with her presence. What crisis brings you here today, princess?

Eustass Kid

@Alyssa