And you don't mess with an assassin.
*Dick punches again*
*Drives hidden blade into throat*
Get out of my bar.
*Tosses dead carcass out doors*
English
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*hard light model fades out* *AI appears* [i]Hello, I am Zeta, Missouri is elsewhere, but thanks for venting anger, good night, I'm off, as is Mizz[/i]
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Go -blam!- yourself. *Shoots AI core*
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The core is inside my head, which is currently in a helmet that is locked to its body armor segment from my experience with Fletch.
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I don't give a shit. Just stay the -blam!- away from me.
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Ok,I will.