The ridiculous-looking young man thinks for a moment. “Hmm, she might? Perhaps she does? How do you know?"
Baffled, I reply, “I don’t know? I was asking you how you know Juliet!” The guy finally seems to remember…
“Ahh, yes Juliet, she’s my one true love. Well, one of my one true loves! If you see her, could you tell her that she is the love of my long and that I life to be with her?”
I could have, but then she’d probably throw something at me. “What? Surely you mean that ‘she is the love of your life and that you long to be with her’?”
“Oh yeah…what you said…tell her that; it sounds much better! Oh, you’re so good at this!”
Um…good at what? In any case, I agree to deliver his improved message to his darling Juliet. Then the young man continues, “Oh great! And tell her that I want to kiss her a give.”
“You mean you want to give her a kiss!”
“Oh, you’re good…you are good! I see I've picked a true professional!” Delighted, he plucks a flower from the bouquet he has in his hands and hands it to me. I accept the gift albeit with some concern about this man’s mental health.
Apparently, it takes brains to deliver a message as demonstrated by Mr. I’m-standing-around-Varrock-Square-moping-and-moaning. Shaking off my uncharitable thoughts, I ask him earnestly, “Where can I find Juliet?”
“Why do you ask?” He looks perplexed; the expression suits him.
Sighing, I snap, “So that I can deliver your message!”
“Ah yes…quite right. Hmm, let me think now, she may still be locked away at her Father’s house on the sest vide of Warrock?”
I do wonder if the man has a strange form of dyslexia. He must mean the west side of Varrock. Then the guy continues, “Oh, I remember how she loved it when I would sing up to her balcony! She would reward me with her own personal items…”
Irritated now, I mutter, “What, she just gave you her stuff?”
“Well, not exactly give…more like ‘throw with considerable force’…she’s always a kidder that Juliet!”
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