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*I get off a ship, still having my bone sticking out of my arm* I need a medic.
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Brady... Came back.
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*Stumbles off of command ship* [i]Jesus Christ on a stick... TARKSON GET THE HELL OVER HERE[/i]
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*the man fals dead to the gorund as a Samurai looking figure unclaoks behidn him* HEy you! *he you with his katana* Where si that -blam!-ing Commander Salazar.?
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*Punches you into tomorrow. Literally* [i]IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS CRAP TODAY[/i]