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Good evening.

I have been told that my husband is somewhere here. Unfortunately, the help I was given did not add where he could be. He is very tall, and has dark hair. His are very kind, and though he does his best to be a gentleman, he is also a bit reckless. (It is very endearing, I assure you.) He is also a bit accident-prone in my experience which is less out of clumsy-bearing and more from previous mention of recklessness.

If one would be so very kind as to direct me to his whereabouts, I would be very grateful.

With warmest regards,

Mrs. E. Joestar

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[Yeah, what's up. If it wasn't for them being lovey af, then you would not exist, Jolyne.]

Well, no. The American Museum of Natural History is only about twenty years old now, and the Metropolitan is around the same. It isn't very long at all.

You must be clearer; I have no idea what a gremlin is.

[Arguably that would be a good thing.]

... I mean they still fucking exist in my day, is what I mean. God.

Uhhhh. Jack-asses, dickheads, assholes, that kind of thing. But in, like, a kind of way where you see them rummaging through a garbage can as if they eat garbage kind of way. I don't know if that makes sense, but whatever. Chaotic.

[Insert sound of Victorian gasping here.]

Right then.

It is certainly a colourful description of them. I cannot say it's anything Pendleton, so you must ask Jonathan.

[Is she throwing her dearly beloved under the hypothetical train tracks? Yes. Because she was not the one swinging frogs about.]

That's. Probably fair.

Alternatively it could just be some weird issue stemming from great grandpa, honestly. Which I'd believe.

[Joseph Joestar, the Actual Worst Gremlin. Also please do keep throwing him under the track, she finds it hilarious.]

Some things have no explanation, though. It could very well be that, in this case.

Or something else. Who knows? But, it isn't anything I can take credit or be blamed for. A neutral party, you see.

Mmm. If you wanna believe that.

Not that I can say much 'bout it since you don't know shit about great grandpa to begin with. But he's kind of the definition of a chaotic, so I've heard.

Buuuut whatever, you have fun with your... whole... husband situation or w/e. I got other things to attend to, anyway.

Yes, good night. As always, a pleasure to speak with you.

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