Wolfgang glances at the pile of miscellaneous crap Marty has acquired, the pile of valuables and the discarded worthless ones. Someone else might encourage Marty to do exactly that, because a) it would be hilarious, and b) it's really better for someone to learn not to... ask for protection on their own -- and Wolfgang's hesitation is clear on his face because he sort of gets the sense that maybe that's the case, here.
But he can't just let him run off to the MAF and get turned into a toad (or worse) without at least trying. The college is aligned with Shada; he's seen what he was assured were realistic drawn renditions of what her children look like.
"If you're looking for protection, you'd have better luck at one of the safe houses," he says instead, carefully. "They've probably shut down because of the crisis, um... and I've heard things." He gives him what he hopes is a significant look. "About that school."
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Wolfgang glances at the pile of miscellaneous crap Marty has acquired, the pile of valuables and the discarded worthless ones. Someone else might encourage Marty to do exactly that, because a) it would be hilarious, and b) it's really better for someone to learn not to... ask for protection on their own -- and Wolfgang's hesitation is clear on his face because he sort of gets the sense that maybe that's the case, here.
But he can't just let him run off to the MAF and get turned into a toad (or worse) without at least trying. The college is aligned with Shada; he's seen what he was assured were realistic drawn renditions of what her children look like.
"If you're looking for protection, you'd have better luck at one of the safe houses," he says instead, carefully. "They've probably shut down because of the crisis, um... and I've heard things." He gives him what he hopes is a significant look. "About that school."
That it isn't Pigfarts.