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Bobby Blackcoat · (03-04-2017)

Bobby Blackcoat is seen hobbling on his injured leg through an electronics store. He browses the camera section and touches his hands across some of them. His hand returns to his side, clutching his injured ribs, as he approaches the man working behind the counter, who cracks a smile at Bobby's appearance.

Bobby Blackcoat: Good evening. Have you seen this man shopping here?

Bobby holds up a picture of a masked wrestler.

Cashier: Yeah, my co-worker told me about you guys coming around here.

Bobby Blackcoat: Hah... What do you mean "you guys"?

Cashier: We were thinking it was a low budget comic book film. Do you guys need someone to mix the audio for you?

Bobby Blackcoat: Actually, I do occasionally need some stuff mixed. Do you have a website?

Cashier: Yeah, sure. I'll write it down for you.

The cashier writes on a small piece of paper and hands it to Bobby.

Bobby Blackcoat: Thanks. So, do you know anything about this guy?

Cashier: He was with a guy who bought a camera. It was weird because he didn't say anything. I think he had something in his mouth under the mask.

Bobby Blackcoat: I see... You wouldn't happen to have any information on the guy he was with, would you?

Cashier: Um... No. I wouldn't be able to give that out anyway.

Bobby Blackcoat: What if I said I could hire you to come work at my studio over at Blackcoat Enterprises HQ and never have to work a retail job again?

Cashier: Well... Unfortunately I really have no way to get information about him. I think his name was Bill?

Bobby turns to leave the store.

Cashier: I guess I don't get the job?

Ten minutes later, Bobby is back in his studio, setting up to make an address. His cell phone begins vibrating in his pocket. He takes it out and answers.

Bobby Blackcoat: Hello? Guest? Oh... Right.

Bobby waits, listening.

Bobby Blackcoat: Marxism..? Mussolini..? What? Isn't that the guy hanging upside down at the end of Golden Axe on Sega Genesis? ... Hold on, I'm about to speak. Let me call you back. Thanks for the tip.

Bobby hangs up and looks down at his phone shaking his head in suspicion. He holds his ribs, wincing in pain.

Bobby Blackcoat: Marxism...? Is this a subtle jab at my political stances here in the XWF? I am seeking a reasonable amount of input from the administration to control their social ecosystem. Things have gotten out of control. I have paid the price for my controversial stances...

Bobby sighs in pain of his recent injuries.

Bobby Blackcoat: Life isn't about comparing extremes... It's about balance. Compromise. The answer will never be extreme in any direction. We must come together, and balance our passions. Balance is key. Not extremes. And right now the XWF is extremely dangerous. I am simply looking to bring balance... Not socialism... So what is this guy talking about?

I am a warrior for truth and freedom! These protests are confused! Wasteful! Kroppy... You've become the running paper tiger chasing its own tail...

I will capitalize on these mistakes...

Bobby looks confused and drops his phone back into his pocket.

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