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So there's all sorts of people here, right? Got all kinds of crazy powers and stuff?

[Rufio is sitting in the center of town on the edge of the fountain, munching on an apple he's just nabbed out of the grocers. (The whole imaginary food thing wasn't working out for him so well out of Neverland.) He wishes the store was manned, in a way. There isn't much of a thrill pilfering food this way.]

Which ones of you don't age?

[Because he's realizing that in this place that list isn't going to include him.]

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Yeah, sure.

You're the stuff moldering UNDER the maggot droppings!

You're the crust on the butthole of a hippo.

Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rufio! But it would be more of a pleasure if you hadn't accused me of being old, you know. That isn't the best way to make a first impression.

Wasn't looking to make a good impression. But sorry or whatever.

And you, sir, are the maggots in that very butthole!

HA! It's aight so long's I ain't holdin' nutthin' breakable. Man, I get in trouble for that.

Yeah, well... you're the vomit left by the vulture who ate the corpse with that butthole!

Crazy. I don't think our situations are anything alike.

And you, son, are the poor lost boy who was unfortunately looking up just when that vulture vomited.

What? You dead, too?

[Rufio can't help it. That gets a good bit of laughter out of him.]

Well played.

As much as you are slow.

Obliged! I used to be very good at that game back in Shipwreck Cove, growin' up.

Weren't too many other little scallywags to play it with, 'course.

...You know, I think I've always just kinda imagined pirates as sprouting up out of the ground just as they are. It's not like I've ever seen anyone grow up into one.