[He goes to the arcade in person one night, still weak from his time in the thing up in the sky. However, he doesn't go into the arcade. He stops a few feet from the plastic door, his monster features concealed, a hat pulled down over his eyes, for all intents and purposes a human who's stopped for a smoke.]
Elias?
I need your help. I'm interested in the protections you offer -- and I am willing to work for them.
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Elias?
I need your help. I'm interested in the protections you offer -- and I am willing to work for them.