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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
3/30/2016 11:50:53 PM
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What? Don't like company with a mouth, sweetheart?
[i]He took the bottle, and slid it between his bandoliers.[/i]
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So what you're telling me is, I should scrap you and sell you for parts?
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Unless you want to have blades sticking from your neck, or disintegrated, or at least torn to shreds, please... From your original reaction at my existence, it seems you dislike me greatly...
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You can try, hotshot, but you ain't doin' too much to power armor, particularly a heavily modified set using technology from a whole different dimension back before the Great War.
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So you're from another dimension too...
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No. I'm from the same one you are, from some town in NCR territory. I'm just hella well-traveled outside of that dimension.
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Really? Last I recall, mine was where the Brotherhood had annihilated half of their enemies, and cloned multiple versions of...yours truly.
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Eh. I think we're from different derivatives of the same timeline. Shit's weird that way.
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Maybe... The Brotherhood is quite powerful where I was.
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*stands between both of them. Hands up* [b]NO. I SAID NO. FIGHTING. NONE. ZILCH. ZERO. CAPICE?! JUST CHILLAX! [/b]
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[b]A dirty mouth is more truthful. [/b] *winks* [b]But our friend here needs to feel welcomed. He may not be able to leave for awhile lest he explodes.[/b]
