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[ As it happens, the boy's voice could be a little quieter, a little more distant - possibly, if he'd ridden in with a horde of the undead. ]

How do you... resign?

[ Slight pause. ]

When I tried to, they weren't the right words. Right sounding. Right on paper. Right to think abou - ...right. Sorry. That's impolite to ask all of a sudden, without a proper greeting. My bad.

[ A hint louder, more rehearsed - ]

Good day. Pleased to meet you. How do you do.

[ And now back to the pathetic old track. ]

If it's all the same to you: how do you resign from something like this?

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[extradite]

Mister... Cook. That sounds nice. Why do you do what you do?

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—John Silver, as it were.

[Immediately following, there's a slight pause accompanied by the sound of something metal tapping on a wooden surface.]

Why? Because I enjoy it, lad, and it lets me go where I need to go in the time between. Can't ask for much more than that.

Now, do you have a name to go along with that right proper greeting of yours? Or is that information the kind that you'd prefer to keep to your own?

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You don't call a chef by his name so casually. It isn't done.

[ very slowly - ]

Shinji. Ikari Shinji. How do you do again.