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"Well I find it kind of rude... Can you put the gun away and tell me who you are?"
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How about this? I keep my guns out because why the hell not, and you ask around between the oldies as to who Alex Wilson is. Got it? Good. [i]Not much of a nice guy.[/i]
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"Please ask nicely." *He steps in front of the gates. You can't help but notice that there is a collar made of black fog around his neck.*
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That is nicely. [i]He seemed to not care whatsoever about the fog.[/i]
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"I'm not entirely convinced you know what nicely means..."
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I have a different interpretation than most.
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"Well, please go by the interpretation that most go by then."
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Let me think about it.... No.
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*He puts his hands on his hips.* "Why not?"
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Because I don't really care.
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"Do you want to enter or not?"
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No, not really. I was a member a long-*ss time ago, but I'm just here to visit.
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"Well, I guess I'll let you in then..."