Getting wet

You printed one of my letters last year.

Remember?

Nice Guy's finished last.

You're Mr. Nice Guy?

Yes!

Oh, Stanley! Do you realize

how much mail we got about that letter?

There are literally hundreds of women out there

looking for a guy just like you.

Really?

Yeah! Do you know how hard it is

to find a decent man in this town?

Most of them think monogamy is some kind of wood.

Ha!

So, uh, why are you covering this story?

Because dear Peggy Pays Dick,

I'm starving to death.

I'm looking to become a real reporter.

Look, Stanley.

When you were at Wickedly Oddly,

did you see anything suspicious? Anything at all?

I won't make trouble for you.

I just want the truth.

God, I wish I knew the truth.

You know, I really do.

Look,

Phil, if you think of anything,

this is my number.

This is my, you know,

personal number.

You really think hundreds of women are looking for a guy like me?

Sure.

I'm one of them.

120 yards.

Hello, Dorian.

Thanks for dropping by.

Yeah, well, next time I'm sure I'll write

a peace delivery for someone.

The cops, uh,

tried to shut the club down this morning.

They say you've been

using the police to run your own small-time schemes.

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