*walks in with Crota's head in my hand and blood all over my chest* Get me some whisky.
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*Bartender flips bottles and pours in one fluid motion* My pleasure
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Thanks kind sir.
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Edited by Xyrin Arcaiin: 6/16/2015 2:48:25 AM*Synth quickly devours head in an instant* Synth, you need to quit that. Its just creepy. (Synth through my mind- Ok, I'll stop. But it was worth it.)