[ Rusty looks over at Jabba, eyes narrowing in thought. He's seen this rigamarole across a few people now, and there have been a few consistencies. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what they have in common.
He takes dainty sip from his Starbucks cup before saying, conversationally, ] So, did you kill him?
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[ Rusty looks over at Jabba, eyes narrowing in thought. He's seen this rigamarole across a few people now, and there have been a few consistencies. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what they have in common.
He takes dainty sip from his Starbucks cup before saying, conversationally, ] So, did you kill him?