Tch, I coul’ prob’ly b’have. F’a while. If I got de right incentive. I give you a l’il hint, ‘dough, you wanna know what I been up to, mebbe check dem international police blotters. Mebbe focus on de nonsense come outta MI:13. Dat’s all I’m gon’ say on dat one. F’now, anyway.
…c’est vrai? You mean we runnin’ dat short on reason? Sapristi, we all doomed.
Oh ho! See! All the fun without me. I feel so left out. Oh well, not like I was without my own globe trotting adventures. Mine jus’ had a lot less, y’know, illicit activities. *She sighs jokingly*
Aha, ahahaha. Yeah, guess we are, aren’t we? Orrrr, maybe I jus’ grew up a little bit. I’m allowed to do that y’know.
I be sure t’ring you up next time I find m’self up to my Cajun neck in it, neh? I don’ know what I was t’inkin’, not takin’ you ‘long ‘nyway. Den you can deal wit’ Wisdom when he got one o’dem hotknives shoved up his…well, you get de ‘dea.
Hey, you an’ I bot’ know dat growin’ up don’t got a t’ing t’do wit’ growin’ in a sense o’reason. But hell, whadda I know, mebbe it come wit’ de whole fangs package.