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12/26/2015 6:18:55 PM
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I toss the bottle at him
"The only danger is the taste of that brew."
[spoiler]Meant to say I was going to do very little. No battles or anything.[/spoiler]
English
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He catches the bottle without looking up at you. [i]"Sir, please hand over any weapons. All your friends carried some, don't tell me you're the black sheep of the bunch."[/i]
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"Well, I do have these." I open up my cloak, revealing about a hundred knives
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[i]"I'll need you to hand these over, thank you."[/i]
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I put the knives in three stacks, and pull out more from behind my neck, ankles, waist, and two more from my sleeves "I think that's it. Oh, this too." I pull out a sword with a simple hilt and an all black blade
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[i]"we'll give you a scan, and then you're free to go. The Admiral has a proposal for you."[/i]
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"Go ahead."
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They scanned him for further weaponry and other items, and after the transfer, they sent him on his way towards deck 12.
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I arrive at Deck 12 and pull out a bottle and drink from it "An admiral. What next, will I meet that Nigerian Prince I keep getting e-mails from?"
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[spoiler]"no battles" *throws bottle at security officer* very convincing.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I said toss, not throw. As in, tossed underhand[/spoiler]
