Pop quiz: How long does it take to beat a moron to death?

Klavier! [Ema gets up from behind the card table and charges, throwing her arms around him.]

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[ sdjkdsfjfs no time to react here! Klavier manages to keep his balance, sighing and lifting her up, he walks over to the lemonade stand. ]

I see we are having fun today, mm?

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[FFFF lucky Klavier.]

Yeah. We got booze! We made it. It's friggin' great. You want some. You want some? [Hold up a cup.]

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[Sorry, Scout! You are bro, not boyfriend.

However, Ema is so focused on selling booze with her bro that she doesn't hang on Klavier too obviously.]

He wants some. It's the best stuff ever. It's distilled SCIENCE! With booze!

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Ja, ja, I'm sure of that.

[ He chuckles, patting Ema's head a few times. ]

But perhaps later? Seeing as the little scientist here has made it, she could bring some for me later, ja?

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It is! She's right. She's a genius, man. Look what science made! [He waves a hand all all their different kinds.]

Yeah I guess we can... oh man, Ema! That's a great idea! Home delivery service.

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'Little scientist'? What am I, five? You wouldn't sleep with me if I were five.

[Yep. Very drunk.]

But that's a really good idea! We can't deliver it because we have to man the stand, but maybe you can, Klavier? Please?

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[ Dear, not in public. Please.

He just smiles at this and pats her head a few more times. ]

And have many requested this kind of service already? You do realize I can't deliver anything if you don't have any customers, ja?

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We need... like, posters. Pamphlets. Commercials!

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Oooooh, commercials! You're a famous rock-star=slash-prosecutor, you could star in them! [Poke poke poke.]

You'll be doing Mayfield a great service. We need better alcohol.

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[ This face forever. ]

True, but I am not either of those right now, now am I?

And I suggest you to think this through more properly once you are done with... testing your own product.

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Rock star prosecutor? Get outta town!

Hey, sellin' this stuff is a GREAT idea. It's been sellin' like hotcakes! Alcoholic hotcakes. [He cackles at his own non-joke.]

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Yeah, rock star prosecutor. It's as crazy as it sounds.

And what is there to think about? This is AWESOME! Everyone in Mayfield should know!

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[ Well, it was worth a try to speak some sense into these two drunkards... sigh. ]

At least you two seem to have enjoy it, I must admit...

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You betcha. This stuff makes this town tolerable! [He laughs]

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Almost. But better.

[She gives Klavier a big smile.] You make this town better, too.

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[ Blink. Wasn't really... expecting that.

For that Ema deserves a kiss on her forehead. ]

Be sure to bring some for me then when you come, mm?

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[Scout wrinkles his nose at you two. Because inside he's still has a middle schooler mentality.]

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[Ema notices the expression and giggles.] Jealous~?

[She turns back to Klavier and gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.] I'll come by after we close up shop, and I'll save you some.

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[ Klavier chuckles as well, finally placing Ema down and brushing his cheek. ] Just try not to drink it all by yourselves and leave some for the customers as well.

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What? I ain't jealous! No way, pally. [He pouts. That's a dirty lie. He's so drunk.]

Hey, we got plenty fer everyone. An' we can always make more!

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Sure you're not~ [Ema giggles a little as she goes back behind the stand.]

And yeah, we've got tons. Don't you worry about us!

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You two are respectful adults, I have nothing to worry about. [ If only... ]

I'll see you in the evening then, Fräulein.

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We'll save ya some pally. But that don't mean ya don't owe us a nickle too!

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