OVERSEER: Today--

The Overseer pulls out a GOLDEN EYEGLASS, honing in on a distant WAGON rolling up the road.

OVERSEER: Just in time! We got new cargo comin' in and she aaaaaall the way from Eu•rope. Anybody know Eu•rope? ...Anybody?

He bursts out laughing.

OVERSEER: The nig•nor•amus nine. There ain't really nine of ya, not that any a•mong you could veri•fy.

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