*checking on Phantom* You seem to be alright. Should wake up in the morning. Possible deployment.
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I'm fine now! I can go! And I would if Zara didn't say to stay here.
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*Arrives with a bottle of wine* I took a bottle.... Sure you don't want any?
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Yeah Yeah. You can have it. Just keep Dr. Python away.
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*Laughs and pulls up a chair next to* *Pours up a glass* *Drinks* Ah.. You're missing out, my friend.
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Don't I know it. Heh.
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*Finishes off glass* You should... Anyway, I should return this bottle. We'll catch up later. *Waves empty hand and leaves*
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Sure Sure.
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Hey Phantom? What happened to you?
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One too many near death fights. Finally took a toll on my body, put me in a critical state. Afraid I can't fight the final battle now.
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Don't worry. You've done your part and more. I mean look at me, I'm only still here because of [b]your[/b] surgery. I'll be sure to fight my hardest to prove that.
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Don't over do it now. I don't have many spare parts lying around *laughs* *coughs*
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*laughs* "Oh, you'll have plenty of spare parts once I pull them from his stash." "Hey, I have to check on Minerva, so see you tomorrow."
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Alright.
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No. You're still hurting. Even speaking, you have a chance to start the bleeding again.
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Excuse me? Who is the genius Bioengineer that created the Operation that made you a walking Tank? And you diagnose me?
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You're also recovering from major trauma and some pretty bad internal bleeding. Now listen I gotta go, dont get out of this bed. *walks away*
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He has a point