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8/11/2015 1:55:11 AM
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[b]I speak inbetween snickering[/b]
They're his favorite guns.
He built them himself, and nobody has ever touched them, except him...
Though they are more like pistols than shotguns to him...
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A couple of soldiers look at each other then at Python, they try to run. His long arms catch them by the back of the neck. "Nobody touches my shotguns without my permission." He throws the soldiers at the stage, where Murph did his speech. He picks up the other three and throws them at the other two. "Wow, he takes those shotguns really seriously." She stands to see the soldiers.
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[b]The soldiers get back up and charge at him.[/b] Oh shit. Now it's a party.
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Anymore booze Phantom? This is going to be fun.
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Always. [b]Scouters bring in several different booze, and sets them down.[/b]
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Python laughs, shaking his head. He cloth lines one of the soldiers. The troop lays unconscious on the floor. Jessica gasps. The other four already have a "Oh shit" look on their face.
