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[vdova]

[ Miss Romanoff has a peculiar expression on her face, holding an empty box of Waitress So So's upside down, shaking it slightly. She looks almost... calm.

Too calm. ] I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for Twinkles, I can tell you I don't have any. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you buy me more snack cakes, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

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[vdova]

You wouldn't know if it was.

[bowsbeforehoes]

I'm not always the one who steals the snack cakes in this place. Stark eats them too.

[vdova]

And I'll be discussing this with him, too.

[bowsbeforehoes]

Anything else needed at the store to appease the snack cake gods?

[vdova]

Three feet of rope and a small paring knife.

[bowsbeforehoes]

[bowsbeforehoes]

What're those for?

[vdova]

I told you I was going to talk to Stark.