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If you're my boss, uh yeah so I miiiiighta whited-out someone's name and inputted my own onto the forms going out for inter-District fair passes at the receptionists desk at Fenwick HQ. And if you're a Peacekeeper, I am here totally and absolutely legally! (:

I mean if you reaaaally think about it, that's Mister Cop's fault for hiring a receptionist that takes a 2 hour lunch break to go get her nails done every other Wednesday. And isn't that my job, to do all the grunt work? Weed out the dirt before we end up eatin' shit? 

SooOoOOooo I got the Plague last time I was on District duty. And? I fuckin' lived, didn't I? Yeah I can't run as fast as I used to or else I start coughing up blood, but I've got a wicked-cool scar on my shoulderblade from the rash that helps me get the guys and the gals to take my top off. Don't worry, I'm not contageous anymore! 

At least, I don't think I am. Right? Right?!

Honestly I kinda take it as a compliment that Mr. Fenwick Sir didn't want to risk me out there again. That's what I tell myself, anyway. In my defense I did ask him first. He just gave me a look that said are you fucking kidding me Fox, trying to get you out of there last time with the lockdowns cost me a goddamn fortune. But he charged it to my debt tab! I call bullshit on that one. How was I supposed to know I was gonna get the fuckin' plague?! In District Six of all places, fuck!

The point I'm trying to make is that he technically didn't say no? So it's fine that I'm here. Totally fine. And, like, come on Mister Fenwick Sir. Race cars?! I'm the best getaway driver this side of District Two. How many car chases have I been in and not totally wrecked the vehicle? Two! And if I had a dime for each of those, I'd have... a, a nickle... no... wait-

AH FUCK GREEN FLAG GREEN FLAG GO GO FUCKING GO FOOT ON THE FUCKING ACELERATOR SKRRRRRRRRRT-!

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