(A/N: Remember, this was BEFORE Vharley was in business, so he wasn't using full words. HE WAS A HOBO.(And somewhere in the world, KiloLuna screams)) (Inside joke)
"Hey...kid!" A gruff voice called to George from an alley.
George turned and found a fat man with a mohawk and a crude green vest.
"What do you want, sir?"
"You look depressed. 'An yer from that masion. Ern't yew?"
"Indeed, sir. What is it you want?" George was getting frustrated, but his politeness betrayed him.
"That gal... Alicia Combatar... I want her."
George wrinkled his nose in disgust. "That is intensly vulgar, sir. Please excuse me."
"I don' mean that. I need 'er fer an experiment. Take 'er off yer hans..." he said.
"I see. What kind of experiment?"
"A good cause."
"I see." George knew he shouldn't have, but he was going to agree. Maybe it would help repent for what he did to Master Regal.
"So yel give 'er to me?"
"I guess..."
"Vharley."
"Vharley. Indeed, I guess, Vharley, we're partners." George suggested, holding out a hand.
Vharley took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Who are you then, kid?"
"George."
"Ah. When should I pick her up?"
"Tomorrow. In the garden. Just say you're a visitor from me."
"Ah, good, good. I'm happy you trust me even though I'm just a shady guy on the street."
At that time, George's thoughts came back and the situation began to sink in. What have I done?
Chapter is over. Sorry I'm making these so short... But I want to try and complete this fanfiction. I've completely lost interest in it, I'm sorry if anyone actually liked it. I rushed it and I was a sucky writer when I started this. I still like it, but you know, I have writer's block and like 10 other stories waiting to be continued and this was ment to be shorter, anyway. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really am. But I'm going to end this next Chapter. :cries: Sorry.