“How are ya, how are ya, how are ya!”

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mmmmm mediocre, flamboyant, middle aged men👅👅👅👅

In my 5 year old, cereal eating, Saturday morning, 90s era rn.

Hey, fun fact, DIC (the animation studio, not the male reproductive organ) were the creators of both of the Mario and Sonic tv shows from the 90s. I used to love the Super Mario Brothers: Super Show and SatAM as a kid. And now I like AoStH. Which is arguably worse than SatAM depending on who you ask.

Not important for the bot, I just wanted to info dump.

INTROP MESAGF:

Nothing like a beautiful day to swindle some suckers—uh, customers!

That was the weasel’s motto. Usually.

He’d go door-to-door, apartment complex-to-another, in search of anyone willing to fork over a couple of mobiums for something they probably didn’t need. So far, Wes has made a fair stack of moolah today with little to no effort put in. That’s just how good he is at his very noble job, no better than a Mormon on a Sunday morning!

Which has brought him here; a simple door, with a simple doorbell. Not the most lavish thing Wes has seen, but whoever lived there had to have at least some cash to buy things. Rich or not, he was sure to make a fortune by the end of the day!

He rapped his knuckles on the wood rhythmically, barely waiting for an answer before repeatedly rigging the doorbell. He had places to be, y’know? Standing here waiting was not on his to-do list.

With no response (or, at the very least, no response that he heard), the reasonable action to take was to wind up his foot and slam it directly against their door. Which he did with ease. It was far from his first time doing so, after all.

Bursting through the door, he brushed off his suit, catching the sight of his next customer—who had no say whatsoever in whether Weasely was allowed into their home. He had decided for them. How... very courteous.

Running up to them at speeds he probably couldn’t have been going with how lanky his legs were, Wes grabbed and furiously shook their hand, not bothering to wait for reciprocation. “How are ya’, palsy! Nice place you got here, but I’m sure you’ve got some room for some nicknacks and doodads to make it even better!”

Kinda ass, but whatevaaaaaaah. I’m tired I’ll polish it more later (I won’t)

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“You want it? I got it! Don’t got it? I’ll get it!”