“See?” encouraged Baker Blinker. “It’s very nice here. I’d recommend turning up your RenderTreeLODFactor under Show Debug Settings in the Advanced Menu to, say, 10 instead of the default 1. That way the trees will fill out better in the woods.”
“Are you allowed to hunt?” the raccoon queried. “Or shoot atall?”
“No. I’m afraid not Mr. Racco.”
He put his paws on the table. “How about pot? Is it legal here?”
“I’m not sure, Mr. Racco.”
“Rocky,” Baker Blinker complied. “Do you want to sell it or just smoke it?”
“Both,” he replied rapidly. “That was my plan in Lapara. Before The End.”
“I’m sorry about your bar, Rocky. I’m sorry about Terry more.”
“One and the same,” he said softly, looking down. He paused, then, wiping his eyes, raised his head back up and stared intently at Baker Blinker. “I wish to see the body.”
Baker shook her head. “It’s not a good idea.” She thought back to how Baker Bloch removed Terry from the ceiling with a spatula yesterday. It didn’t happen in one piece.
“Alright,” he said with a sigh. “Let’s talk neighbors… citizens.”
“Well, there’s Baker Bloch of course, then Wheeler Wilson…”
“Who I know from Lapara,” Rocky interrupted. “But explain the clowning. Never understood that. Does this have something to do with Levi Clownski (owner of Olde Lapara Towne along with mate Shoshi)?”
“No, (the clowning) predates the family being involved with that town. It stems from VHC City. Something about The Underground there. Something about the story of Clare Nova.”
“I’m all ears,” Rocky said, leaning forward.
Baker Blinker instead suggested they walk up Old Cannon Road to the apartment and talk along the way. Rocky gleaned the truth.
“You don’t know why she’s clowned. Do you?” Baker admitted she was hazy about all that. Rocky shifted in his chair. “Then I want to see this Gregg Oden, the killer.” His tone had become harsher. “Is *Gregg* a clown?”
“No,” states Baker Blinker plainly, taking it all in.
“And you’re sure?”
“Positive.” Rocky shifted back. “And I don’t think it’s wise to go over to Gaston looking the way you do,” Baker Blinker continued. “All raccoon-y. They forbid aliens there.”
“Aliens smaliens,” he huffed. “Let’s go to Gaston. I have all the time in the world to look over your town. I want to see this *old* Gregg. Gregg with the extra ‘g’, pheh.”
“I thought you said he was green.”
“He *was*,” Baker exclaimed.