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"Anything else?"
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[b][i]"Why were you guarded?"[/i][/b]
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"Classified."
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[b][i]"Your guards are puddles by the way"[/i][/b]
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"Yes, I know." I reply in a bored tone.
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[b][i]"Could resurrect them"[/i][/b]
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"Whether you do or don't it's no skin off my back." I bounce the ball.
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[b][i]"I'm the devil by the way"[/i][/b]
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"Uh-huh." I bounce the ball.
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[i]He flicks his fingers and Bowie appears, alive and well[/i]
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I continue bouncing the ball, barely even paying attention.
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[b][i]"Not a fan of the man?"[/i][/b]
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"Not a fan of you."
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[b][i]"And why's that?"[/i][/b]
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"Multiple reasons. Now can you leave?"
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[b][i]"Once I have those reasons"[/i][/b] "Locust, I want my body back" [b][i]"You can't have it"[/i][/b] "LOCUST" [b][i]"No"[/i][/b]
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Suddenly, my mood changes. I seem alert yet curious. "Who was that?"
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[b][i]"The owner of this body"[/i][/b] "I will kill you again" [b][i]"And take your body with it?"[/i][/b] "Locust, no" [b][i]"Yes"[/i][/b] "No you rapist" [b][i]"I was horny..."[/i][/b] "That's not an excuse"
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I jump up, trembling. "Get out. Now."
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[b]He morphs into Jack[/b] "Hi, I'm the owner of this body, and not a rapist"
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I step back, fear in my eyes. "No, get out!"
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[b]He slowly backs away[/b] "What's the problem, miss?"
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I grab the radio and hurl it at you. "Get out!"
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"What's the problem?!" [b]He tanks the radio like a baws[/b]
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"Get away from me!"