I don't think anyone would like to be called the poor.
[What a strange, grandiose man. He seems like he's stepped off the pages of some old-fashioned magazine advertisement from some golden age nobody remembers.]
...Have you ever bought a knife? [This is getting more odd by the minute. Howard stares, perplexed. He's heard of Fitzgerald Enterprises...vaguely. But this really can't be the Fitzgerald, right?]
I'm not married. [So he doesn't know how wives can be.] Uh. And I'm...around. Maybe you've just seen me...
[He makes some kind of vague gesture with a hand.]
Walking around. [A pause.] Wait, what, are you going to search me? Is this really important to you...?
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[What a strange, grandiose man. He seems like he's stepped off the pages of some old-fashioned magazine advertisement from some golden age nobody remembers.]
...Have you ever bought a knife? [This is getting more odd by the minute. Howard stares, perplexed. He's heard of Fitzgerald Enterprises...vaguely. But this really can't be the Fitzgerald, right?]
I'm not married. [So he doesn't know how wives can be.] Uh. And I'm...around. Maybe you've just seen me...
[He makes some kind of vague gesture with a hand.]
Walking around. [A pause.] Wait, what, are you going to search me? Is this really important to you...?