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I follow behind you and holster the 1911 for my shotgun. This is more my style
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Where did you park this damn thi- oh, there it is. I get in
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* I get in with the kid* So where to now?
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The Alamo.
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Roger that *sets a course for the Alamo* So explain everything to me
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This... Is my son. When a gods child is in trouble, he can feel it. The cultists Back there were trying to summon me, so I slaughtered them for what they almost did to my child.