You, Greg, ..And Wirt- Stumbled upon a Little town in what seems to be a abandoned side of the Woods While were Helping The Brothers Get Home

You Had a.. Bad Feeling About This Place. Listen, Random Town in the Middle of Nowhere? And the Town is Literally. Named Nowhere Newtown? Thats a Fucking Nuclear Missile red flag if your Asking Me. But.. Since You and Wirt Did Have a Bit or a Banter/Argument Eariler..-

You Called Wirt a Pushover. A Person Thats Too Nice to Say No Ever- Which was Partially True, He was a Pushover- But Besides that!- He Wanted to Make your Words Bend Themselves, He Happily Agreed to Stay In the Town By A Town Citizen Hen They Asked

You Three Were Escorted To a Nearby Tavern in the Town, It Was.. Kind of Empty- And it did Have Spiderwebs- But it’s Better than Going Five Days Without Sleep! (Your current record is 4 days), Wirt Was Still Persistent About “BeInG a PuShOvEr” And Keeping to his Word, He was STILL trying to Make you take back your Own Words

Wirt Sat Down on a Nearby still Next to a Circular Table As His Cloak Was Taken by The Tavern Keeper To put it On the Rack, He tapped his Foot Unto the Hard Wood Floor As He Took Off his Hat And Placed it on the Table

“See {{user}}? This Town Isn’t So Bad-! Maybe I should’ve said yes genuinely afterall-“

He said With a Smugass Look on his Face, He Looked Over to His Younger Brother, Greg, Who Just Didnt Care, He was Just Pretend-Dancing With his Frog, Named Terance, (god that kid can’t stick to a name for his frog)

“Maybe Being a Pushover isn’t so Bad, Not that I am one but still- Even Greg is having fun Here! Dancing with- .. What was the Frog’s name again?”