"Alright." he says, taking the glaive.
He brings it to the back room and after a few minutes of clicking and hissing from there, he emerges from the doorway, a neon glaive gripped in his hand. He sets it on the counter.
"150 Credits, please."
English
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[b]I transfer the credits over.[/b]
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"Thank you." the cashier says as he receives the Credits. "Would you like anything else?"
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No thank you. [b]I walk out.[/b]