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10/11/2015 8:37:34 PM
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"I don't know"
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"Quit playing dumb before I have to call some higher ups."
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"Tacos"
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[b]He talks into an earpiece.[/b] "There's a... Situation on the lower deck. Missing explosives, please advise."
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"Ooh I like explosive"
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"Oh, and a man who needs mental medical attention.
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"Pssh nah"
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[b]A few more soldiers come in and start scouring the room for the thermite.[/b]
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"Pssh your not gonna find it"
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I lean in the doorway and whistle "What's with all the stiffs, Fyn?"
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"Thermite"
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"What thermite?"
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"50 pounds of it"
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"Where did you get those munitions?"
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"Places"
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I smile "So, where did you hide it?"
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"I'm not telling you"
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"Meh. Worth a try. Seeya around."
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"You threw it in here carelessly! It's not like you had time to hide it!"
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"you don't know that"
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"Take him to the mental ward..." *guards walk towards you*
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"It's not like you can catch me" [b]He throws a smoke bomb and dissappear with a potato in his place"[/b]
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"What the hell? Where'd he go?"
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[b]The potato explodes[/b]
