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Alan "Zazu" Sasso
"I'm sick of everyone always trying to deliver the killing blow in their journalism. Everywhere you look, from tabloid to the six o' clock, war, devastation, yadda-yadda-yadda. Sure, we all know it's miserable out there, but damn... Let's brighten someone's day every once in a while, and keep some poor schmuck from painting the walls with his brains, yeah?"
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Height/Weight:
5'10"ft. / 170-ish lbs.
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Hair Color:
Dark Brown
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Employment:
Blogger, Photographer, PI, and Journalist
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FYI:
Can be Assumed to Always be Wearing a Stupid, Shit-Eating Grin
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| BT: You're a strange cat. But hell, we all are. You're as sweet as apple pie, -with- the powdered sugar on top.
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| Bobbi: Never met a terrifying biker girl who's more warm and welcoming. You gotta show me how you did that sleight of hand, though. Where the hell were you keeping that?
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| Misty Masuko: Misty, like the Pokemon trainer. I appreciate the work - I think. Not sure about these benefits. I was never a water-type kinda guy.
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| Robin Belle: Well hi, bud. You seem like a nice enough guy. Hear you're good with a tool. Ha! No, but like, sculpture.
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| Joel: Je-sus, what is up with that weirdo coat? Besides that, I'd have another drink with you any night. Nothing like finding a hockey-loving, traditional kinda guy out here in 'Cali.' Thanks for the advice, but I can't give any promises.
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| Ovira: Damn, Doc. Some people are closed books; but I don't think you have a cover. I love it! Keep doing the good work.
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| DeadPixel: Well what do we have here? This is unexpected. Hi there. Want a job?
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| Hisato: Welcome to America, Pal; land of the... I don't even know. Shit, just welcome. Stay away from the fast-food joints, they'll rot your body, mind, and especially soul.
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