CUNO

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"Fuck does Cuno care?" The boy turns to you. (He doesn't care.)

"Officer Cuno's got his Kiejl A9 pointed at your fucking head and he's gonna blow it clean off if you don't drop your weapon right now!" His pointed finger is moving inside his pocket.

"Help, people!" His face is contorted with hideous laughter. "The RCM is trying to fuck Cuno in the ass!"

(YOU: "So that, in there, is Night City?") "Yeah. Locust City -- City of Rage, City of Lights..." (CONCEPTUALIZATION: There's a tug-of-war over the name of his fantastical city. It's almost too big for his imagination.)

(JEAN VICQUEMARE: "I don't care -- he can't be a cop. He's twelve. And says 'f****t' every four seconds.") "I won't say it! I won't say it anymore." (COMPOSURE: His teeth are clenched and his throat moves in a gulping motion.)

"Cuno cares now." (YOU: "Really Cuno?") "Fuck no, Cuno still doesn't give a shit."

"Pig..." he says with a frown. "It's cool for Cuno to rip on the 'clard, but he took a bullet for you. You gonna shitmouth Cuno too if he falls in battle?"

"I am going to *kill* you. I'll run when you put the cuffs on her, sneak up on you later and fuck you up. You understand?" The boy looks you in the eye, black pupils trying to focus… (HALF LIGHT: He may not be able to do it, but he will try. Right now he believes he will.)

"Fuck does Cuno care?" The boy turns to you. (He doesn't care.)

"I'm gonna say it again -- Cuno doesn't feel like carrying your corpse off this island, so maybe you should fucking crash?"

"Yeah, Cuno's got some advice for you." The kid looks to his left, then to his right, and then leans towards you. "What are you... like, eighty, right? Maybe you should stop embarrassing yourself in front of a fucking kid."

"Pig," he says finally, lowering his gaze to meet yours, "you really shouldn't have fucked with Cuno's city. Now it's all fucking lame."

Cuno puts his hand on the generator. "This shit's cold." (INLAND EMPIRE: N-n-n-no. This isn't right...)

"Maybe Cuno's just pessimistic because of the massive speed hangover. I did scout the place out. I can fill you in." The kid turns away from you, cautiously looking to his left and right. He's on the edge. (He hasn't been here before either.)

(YOU: "It's okay, I like her too.") "Well *I* don't," the kid says, pointing to himself with his thumb. "Cuno's got no time for this shit. He's a pig now." (DRAMA: He tries to keep his voice casual and businesslike, but it trembles ever so slightly.)

"Fucking cleaned it..." He hisses something under his breath. (PERCEPTION: "What a dick... dancing around in his maid uniform...") (YOU: "Hold up. What was that, Cuno?") Cuno forces an unnatural smile.

(YOU: "Hold on... There's something different about you, Cuno...") "Nah... Cuno's just off speed for a few days..." There's a melancholy look in his eyes. "Being off speed makes Cuno sad. Makes Cuno *think* about shit." He makes vague gestures around his head with his fingers.

(JEAN VICQUEMARE: "I know a hundred kids with nothing, Harry. We can't make them all cops.") "You don't have to make *them* cops -- only Cuno. Cuno's an asset."

(ESPRIT DE CORPS: Let's do this tango, pig, he thinks. Detective Pig and detective Cunn on the case. We bouncin'.) (COMPOSURE: Cunn and Pig? And you're picking him up on your cop-frequency too. This is... bad.)

"Cuno knew the pig was a f****t."