"Graverobber, what's your real name?" Shilo asked. Even after working with him selling street zydrate for just over a year, she still didn't know his name.
"Hmm? Oh, it's Terrance. But you can call me Terry," he said, looking up for the scalpel slut he had just injected with a shot of zydrate. "Why'd you wanna know?"
"Oh, it's just I've been working wi-Is that Pavi Largo over there?" Shilo questioned, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. It was indeed Pavi Largo, standing over by a zydrate addiction poster, looking questionably at some of the scalpel sluts, with a coy smile.
Even Graverobber, or Terrance, did a double take when he saw the middle Largo standing there. The smile on Pavi's face grew as he saw the double take. Slowly, from behind his back he drew out a large rolling pin before his smile became like a Cheshire cats. He stalked towards Graverobber, backing Terrance down the alley before he asked, "Are you-a like-a Terry's Chocolate-a Orange?"
Graverobber paused and looked at Pavi with a strange look on his face. Shilo was watching all of these goings on from behind a dumpster she had scurried behind.
"I-a guess I-a should-a find out-a!" Pavi said before gently tapping Graverobber on the head with the rolling pin. Out from nowhere, Luigi screamed, "Don't tap it, whack it!" at the top of his voice. So Pavi did just that, and whacked Graverobber right on the noggin.
This caused the Graverobber to start to bleed, but as Shilo was watching in horrid fascination, she saw he was bleeding orange. Pavi smiled and said, "So you are like a chocolate orange then. You bleed orange juice."
As compensation for what Pavi had done, a few months later, Amber Sweet took the bounty off of Graverobbers head and he was now a licensed source of zydrate.
It was now no longer illegal to buy zydrate from Terrance 'Terry the Chocolate Orange' Graverobber.