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I tend to prefer going over to 'em, hitching up my belt, spitting out a wad of chewing tobacco and going 'Well, well, well...this town ain't big enough for the both of us, pilgrim. You ain't from round here, are ya, boy?' etc etc
Seriously, though, I know that if someone interrupted me I'd probably think it somewhat rude. However, if someone waited 'til I was finished and then said 'Hey, I noticed what you were up to there,' and started an occult-related conversation I'd probably be all 'Hey! Neat! Another one! We're like Rosicrucians or something! Let's go get a coffee and plot to bring down the monarchy and institute a republic of love and compassion! Yeah!'
The truth is probably somewhere in between these two poles. |
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