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"I want a clear answer"
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"4-1-6-4-9-3."
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"What?!" [i]he asks, angrily[/i]
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"You heard me."
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"Look, are you FN or not?!"
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"And you get mad at me for speaking in code. Sweet irony." I bounce the ball.
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"Irony? Explain"
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"You act like I know what those initials mean."
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"And you act as if I know what those numbers mean" [i]he says, drawing Pasts Remembrance and aiming at her[/i] [spoiler]bruh, he came from an alt dimension XD. Only guy who knows anything about him is dead, and he was an A.I[/spoiler]
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"You aren't supposed to know. You're supposed to figure it out."
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"Fūck this" [i]he says, shooting the ball mid air with a .50 cal round from the revolver[/i] [spoiler]he got mad gear[/spoiler]
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I slowly get up and grab the radio, changing it to another Bowie song. "You ever heard this guy? Fantastic music from back then."
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"Yeah, Bowie. Got some good shit. Much prefer Queen though"
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The song changes to Under Pressure. "I told you what I know. Not my fault you can't realize that."
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"The numbers lady, what do they mean!" [spoiler]bonus points if you get the reference[/spoiler]
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"Maybe you can check the internet like a normal person." [spoiler]WHAT ARE THE NUMBERS MASON[/spoiler]
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"We're on a desert planet, you know there's no internet, yes?"
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"We're on a desert planet? Didn't know that." I wink. You realize you just accidentally gave information to a high security prisoner. "The ship data banks will work too."