The name's Curly. Maybe you've head of me, maybe you ain't. Whatever the case, I've been around fer some time, fully embracin' that cowboy persona T. made me for the postcard book. More to the point, bounty-huntin' is my game now.
Now after all that hubbub back in Delaware there's been a real interest in gettin' a hold of that dark typewriter magic. 'Course folks don't know where to find the genuine article, so there's been an awful lotta bootlegs poppin' up around. And let me tell you, sub-par black magic mixed with hack writing always results in seeing some real dumb shit. Naturally, that's where my gig figures in. There's an order to the world that needs to be upheld, and they pay me real good to uphold it.
Today instead we're gonna see me go to a meeting. Seems the King Jellyjam managed to get a hold of my whereabouts and now he's expectin' answers outta me. Seeing as I ran up a lot of debt within our business relation, I figure we could square some shit out and get him off my back for a while. That or I'm gonna need to flush him down.
So there's Buddy standin' guard by the door and flaggin' me over. Tells me to meet the King in the back corner of his restaurant, which I've never seen anyone dine at and never expect to. "Curly, you weasely sonofabitch, sit your ass bones down at let me tell you the business!" Ugh, here we go. Better hurry up and get out before his stench gets all over me again. Hard to get people to cooperate in those instances.
"We got ourselves a serious matter here. Seem's someone's tracked down the real deal and made off with it. Now my boys went over to do some digging and immediately we found the calling card of some sod by the name of Dan Amsterdam. Now given how little this motherfucker seems to care about staying hidden, we can only assume this guy's about to pull off somethin' real brass. I trust you see where the hell I'm goin' with this, and you better believe this is real important. Hell, you want the debt off, take care of this situation and everything's settled."
Oh ho, now we're talkin'! So what do I tell 'em, I tell 'em he's got a deal. And now out the restaurant and on to my next job. I'm comin' for you, Danny-boy...
Aw shit, I got enough stench on me to last a week.