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"Well alright then."
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[b]He nods as he starts to fiddle with his gun again[/b]
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"Gun troubles?"
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"Modding it"
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"What're you adding?"
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"Splitting the beam, tightening air seals, basic things"
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"Making a shotgun? We have some in stock already"
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"No, making the wounds it makes a lot bigger"
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"Calling it Laser Pew Pew"
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[b]She giggles upon hearing the name [/b]
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"Fan of it?"
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"Yeah"
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[b]He nods[/b] "That's good to hear"
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"Yup" [b]she says, walking away[/b]
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[b]He continues his patrol, once again bored out of his mind [/b]
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[b]He spots Lopez, thrusting into the air away from frost, before putting the armor pants back on and tossing a ham sandwich to the side[/b]
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"Poor sandwich..." [b]He says as he taps it, looking at its insides[/b]
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[b]All white and sticky[/b]
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[b]He gags and looks for a trashcan [/b]
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[b]there is a large garbage chute nearby[/b]
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Edited by Asharru: 1/1/2016 2:46:59 AM[b]He looks at the sandwich again and levitates it into the trash chute[/b]
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[b]It slides down [/b]
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"Oh god, fockin disgusting" [b]his Irish accent starts to show[/b]
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[b]nothing else happens[/b]