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[b]The black flames on him finally calm down. [/b] "Son of a bitch...."
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[b]I chuckle[/b]
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"You mother fūcker." [b]I walk up and punch you. [/b] "Damn you for having me worried."
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"Let's get you to the bacta tank man..."
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[b]My helmet deconstructs[/b] Yeah.... [b]I limp as you help me to the MedBay[/b] Cut it to close, Eh?
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"Maybe a bit."