<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i>Alec</i> <i>gladly introduces himself to everyone, a little smile on his face all the while. It wasn't often that he met so  many.... interesting... people. If that's a nice way to put it. He knew he would enjoy himself here, and damn. That was some amazing rum. </i><br/>
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<i>He greeted Jack with a swell look in his eyes. He looked like a mighty strong fellow - he would come in handy in a rumble. "Oi! It's mighty fine ta' meetcha, Jack!" with this, he turns to Freddie. "OI! FREDDIE!" Once he had gotten his attention, he brought up an old friend of his, and his right hand man in the gang. "You remember ol' Two-Bit? Ya know, the guy who always had that fancy black-handled switch? He just sidled himself up into prison, again. Stole one too many bits from the hardware store. You know how he is - he nabs anything off a shelf if it isn't practically chained down." </i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Kieth 'Two-Bit' Matthews was a joker and a thief, and came in handy in a rumble. He could fight like nobodies </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 15px">business</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">, and could steal the hairs off your head without anyone noticing. He always had to throw in his own two bits, hence his nickname. Mouthin off to cops had gotten him into a lot of trouble - he always said he had to share his witty remarks to brighten up their dull lives.</span></span></i></span>