Archived Conversation: Fred Reid and Mor Jones

FRED REID: Mor! Mor!
FRED REID: got a girl!
MOR JONES: congrats choom
MOR JONES: everyone deserves a little love and happiness
FRED REID: no, not that kind of girl
MOR JONES: what kind then?
FRED REID: someone tossed her in the sewer
FRED REID: looks like a netrunner
FRED REID: prolly thought she was dead
MOR JONES: choom are you trying to get your ass zeroed?
FRED REID: what?
MOR JONES: leave her alone
MOR JONES: this shit never ends well
FRED REID: nah, come on, that's just a superstition
MOR JONES: I'm not being superstitious
FRED REID: anyway, need some meds for her, you grab me something?
FRED REID: she needs help, she's barely breathing
MOR JONES: should just take her to a ripper
FRED REID: no, should do it myself, no idea who's after her
FRED REID: ok?
MOR JONES: ok