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Who: Karl and anyone and everyone
When: Day 15, all day
Where: Hallway, outside of Apartment A
What: The statue is resting after his gigantic battle with Muppet. Care to talk to him?

[Karl just sits, eyes closed against the wall. He has his usual smile on his face with Arma perched on his head, watching people come and do. He isn't moving anytime soon. Come speak with him perhaps? Poke at him? Call him names? You're choice.]

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H-Huh?

Dance I said. It makes you happy, doesn't it?

I-I don't think now is the t-time...

Alright then.

Well, that's the story. Now you know.

Ah... [I should not have asked]

[Well you did. Too late now.]

What else should we talk about?

I-I don't think I want to kn-know anymore.

Then I won't tell you anymore.

Ah... [God I don't even. Flops against the wall bluh bluh]

[Waits until after he flops.]

Does this make us friends?

[THE MAGIC WORD

...FROM A PIRATE. From this pirate.

It takes him a while to answer] Wh-Why... Do you want to be friends with m-me?

Why not? Maybe if we're friends we won't fight again. After all. We won't have a reason to anymore, right?

But you still try to hurt people.

Me? I haven't tried to hurt anyone here!

[...yet.]

[This is a face of distrust]

What? I mean it. The fight with you was my first one here!

Y-You still try to hurt people. You do bad things! And... A-And I'm not going to get tricked again.

But... I-If you're really trying, then maybe...

Bad things? Deary me. Name one bad thing I've done here.

Y-You wanted me to kill those animals, and you were w-waving swords around Becca, and you tried to attack Red- And, wh-why is it just here? I remember the bad things you did before too! So...

So being friends is hard. B-Because I know what you're like. But, m-maybe... I don't trust you, but I can try a little if you r-really are...

I was trying to help you stay alive. I was showing Becca Arma, I wasn't going to hurt her. And Red attacked me first. I was defending myself. And he broke my collar. I use it to play the violin.

And back home? Why should that matter? We're dead. And death can change people.

I-It can, but you can't just say you changed, y-you need to prove it. Trust... It's not s-something that's just given.

Deary me, you're right.

Okay then! I'll do my best to change and earn your trust!

. . .

O-Okay. Then, I'll... I-I'll try and give you a chance.

Then we have an accord!

We have a what?