Greggo lets out a long moan. He holds his neck in pain. Looks like he's back to selling that Gilly Cutter he received a few days ago from Peter Gilmour when Greggo tried softening Gilly up for his client Sarah Lacklan that evening (which worked btw).

"You see this neck? You see this pains I'm ins? This is what you wish you could be. You wish YOU were the validator. Yup. Yer last line makes fun of me validating my client but guess what bub that's my job and I'm told I get paid well fer it. Don't you wish somebody thought you were worth getting made a body guard like I am? A celebrity agent like I am? A dang doctor like I am? I got it all baby. I promote my client, I come up with what type of RP she will do next like when I gave her my CYOA idea from the month prior, and I even write up all the prescriptions and medical bible appendixes! You WISH you had somebody to promote and validate!"

Greggo takes an old thermometer out of his pocket. It's one of those classic ones everyone used a million years ago with mercury in it! He breaks it in half and stabs Eric with both jagged ends in each side of his neck, but the stabs are more like gentle pokes because you can't really grip a small piece of glass enough to stab it right if your hands are already all slick from fecal matter....................... which Greggo's are.

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