Brok the InvestiGator

Maybe football. Pretty close to fighting.

Pretty likely. Beating must've been too hard, that I can collect the whole thing.

Tube food. Kids these days miss real good food.

Got it after a box mach. Docs put it so my snout didn't pop out.

Hard to tell. Can't recall much of my time with him, not even about uncle Ric.

look comfy.

Just the basics. He learned rest at school... I mean Consc'.

No, Graff ain't into fighting sports.

If my finances allow it, watching a livie.

Crocodile shoes?

As friends, once. Gee, such a squeeze he gives.

Got big feet.

Graff was a wee-lad when I met Lia. Can't remember how old was Lia.

Is this a tricky question? None of them are trusty.

Who knows. Haven't met many apes in Atalasia, though.

Liking as in really liking, not sure. Why's everybody asking that?

And getting exposed to sucker punches? No thanks.

Not that I know.

Graff's idea. He insists it'll help get more clients.

No favorites for me. Ain't picky.

Wanna try? I'm a master when it comes to fighting, buddy. Don't tell I didn't warn ya.

Both. I got hit pretty hard as boxer.

That we live in a dumpster. You oughtta see their face when they see we don't have bots to clean.

Don't overdo it.

Sure, as long as it isn't a bear hug.

Shay helps me out.

Color me disappointing you. Too busy to check Triweb.

Used to look different during my time as boxer, sure.

And how do I stay in shape, well, I punch the sack every morning. The Slums are dangerous, and you need to keep those guns loaded.

That high? Getting vertigo for sure.