[robbie offers a shrug of his shoulders. he's no closer to a solution to this than vasquez regarding their plight. and since they'd begun to scribble responses back and forth, he's found that his throat itches again. fighting the urge to burst into song continues to be an issue, apparently, but robbie grimaces and fights his way through the pain.]
no clue, hombre. there's gotta be someone smarter than mewho knows though. maybe we should go to city hall? or the university?
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no clue, hombre. there's gotta be someone smarter than mewho knows though. maybe we should go to city hall? or the university?