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*starts glaring* *whispers* [b] yo, lug nuts, this is where you ask me on a shooting date...[/b]
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"Seriously? You want to go on a date... With a psychotic robot? Desperate."
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[b]Noo.... I wanna shoot, [i][u]that![/u][/i][/b]
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"Oh. This?" -hands the rifle to Maya- "This is a high-powered rifle that fires off 50 caliber rounds. Oh, and it can track targets. It can lock on and hit whatever you want it to hit. Ridiculous, I know."
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*Maya looks pleased but slightly disappointed* [b]Soooo... Where's the off switch for the tracking?[/b]
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"Right below the sights."
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*She flicks it off and then and hefts it to her shoulder* [b]Tracking takes the fun out of shooting.[/b] *Master Maya Sundaresh reaches down at her feet. Yanks up a shadow and forms it into ten birds. She throws them up and they take off. After a good long ten minutes, the birds are far away. Maya sights in, breathes in. Breathes out. And fires under that brief pause between breaths. A puff of smoky shadows goes up in the distance. Nine more follow suit.*