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  1. Edna the Cat Lady, 50235, is a marvelously grumpy and slipshod old biddy. Look at that lopsided jumper, the drooping sock, that sour scowl! What a beautiful sculpt! And the kitties are great too. (One I gave to a friend and another I set aside for a freestanding kitty.) Thought she'd pair well with a Bob Murch Gangland Justice pulp sculpt from his The 16th Precinct set. He was advertised as the town drunk, but I elected to make him a full-blown derelict hobo. I took some wire cutters to his suit and hat to make a couple of tatters, and proceeded to gunge him up. This is not the wealthy, high-society side of Arkham. "Look here, what are you doing? I won't have it! Get away from there at once, before I call the police!" "uuuh, ma'am--I w's jush--" "Don't you ma'am ME! You smell of liquor! and worse! That horsemeat is for the precious kitties, not for you!" "Aw, it'sh a crool worl' ma'am, a crool worl'...an' I ain't had a bite to eat since y'strdy..." "Well! You've certainly managed to find more than enough to drink, at least! And shouldn;t you be ashamed, a big man like you sneaking around and frightening old ladies half to death! You're strong and healthy enough to be working..." "An' I bin looking, mish, only won't noboddady hire a tramp with no fixsh addresh." "Or a drinking habit, I'd wager!" "That'sh...that's a pretty cat you got there, mish....I usedta have a cat when I w'z a littleun...swee' tabby, longgg...timeago." "Hmph! ...Well, ...you look strong enough and I have some heavy boxes that need moving. Maybe I'll see if there's any horsemeat left. And for God's sakes let's get you cleaned up. This is a respectable street. And wipe your boots on the mat, Lord knows what you've tramped them through."
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