Wet Paper

Oh, turning me down, eh? Careful, the lake doesn t like snitches.

Well, I'd watch my step if I were you.

During a bit of a bar brawl, some drunkard made off with my tab spindle. Word is he passed out up by the lake shore north of the roadhouse.

I need 'em to collect from next of kin.

Didn't think so. Now get the hell outta here!

You wouldn't want ta' be joinin' that drunk fool passed out, would ya'?

And here's a little extra for your... discretion.

Let's see what you've brought...

Back already? You take care of business?

Ah, you've got the right spirit. Just don't fall in the lake, yeah?

You might find yourself swimming with the rest if you let this slip.

Didn't think so. Now scram.

Ah, there they are... look at all this debt.

Listen here, there's a lot of unpaid bar tabs and I'm not about to let them slide...

Trying to pull a fast one over on me, I'm sure...

Go search that beach and bring me any unpaid bar tabs.