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2/23/2016 10:23:36 PM
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"Yeah, asshole robots. So, I'll have this thing fixed up soon. Up for some sparring?
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"JUST GIVE ME ANYTHING YOU CAN GET, PLEASE..."
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"Got it." He says, and starts a call. "Hey, Dreno. What do you mean this is his son? Right, drifting in space. Anyways, you just finish any big jobs? GREAT! Send the bodies to me, in cryo. No I'm not paying, I saved your dads ass AND yours way more than o should have."
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"Heh... You sound like Tara speaking to my brothers..."
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"Alright. Yeah, just lock in the coordinates. Daddy did teach you to do that, right? Good, I'll talk to you later." He says. "Kids, am I right?"
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"I was one of em.... Killed my first man when I was four, poor bastard didn't bother to look up, stabbed em through the skull with a dagger from an air vent..."
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"Nice. My first kill was when I was three. Shot him right in the neck."
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"I procceded to eat the corpse and stow the bones for our mental warfare tactics..."
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"Nice. I was escaping a military testing compound. That's how I have pyrokeisis."
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"Please don't... Burn me..."
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"Hey, that only happened once. And that was because he pissed in my Jack Daniels. He didn't deserve to have a dick."
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"Hehe... Nice..."
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"Hey, he's probably long dead by now."
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"I would hope..." [b]his eyes turn to a black empty void and his face goes expressionless. [/b]
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"Well, hopefully he's here soon. Ima go test a new weapon."
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[b]he laughs and jumps through an air vent [/b]
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[b][i]He exits, going to the training room.[/i][/b] [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
