*Runs as fast as a not-Kelly Spartan can, which is still damn fast, and grabs the briefcase, bringing it back and injecting fletch with one of his drug syringes.*
If something strange happens despite me getting the right case I might just sulk in a corner.
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*gets up* we good! *goes and changes into new gear.* It looks like my old one, but it's better in all ways!
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Oh, you had Mk.V too? ... I should upgrade to VI myself now that I think of it...
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I thought that said VII.... Don't judge me.
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*Shrug.* Nobody judging anyone in this bar. Except for Desticles. We judge them harshly and unfairly. Just the way we like it!
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I'm just gonna say its VII, because i can.