[b][i]The patron nods.
"You probably have killed more than you think you have.. Gene stealer tyranids are a special breed.." He begins.
"I once shot a man, he bled yellow ichor. He was a gene stealer version of tyranid, they look just like us." He continues.
"For all you know, everyone in here could be gene stealers...."
"You had better watch your ass around here, I'm sure shit is about to get a lot worse once those threat assessment operation begins. They might all be killed and have their identity stolen by the tyranids.. Then we all wake up in some sort of fuked up spider web, full of tyranid parasites that will eat us from the inside out."
The man's face is utterly serious.[/i][/b]
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"Got it..." [i]Xavier randomly decides to put his glasses on.[/i]
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[b][i]"Meh. It doesn't matter anyway. We'll all be dead by morning anyway." The man says as he stands up and walks away.[/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier sighs. He turns to the bartender.[/i] "I'd like a glass of lemonade. I don't drink very much."
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[b][i]Aliza smiles and slides you a glass of ice cold lemonade, condensation drips down the side of the glass.[/i][/b]
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[i]He downs a quarter of the glass. He then looks around.[/i]