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I wanted to see that liquid that sharpens your claws, see if I can improve it.
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"Well it's too late. I've already used it."
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Damn...
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"How were you going to try and improve it?"
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Valhite is the perfect metal for things like that.
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*Looks at his metallic claws.* "I think they're strong enough already."
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Okay, but if you change your mind...
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"What?"
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Nothing, nothing
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*Gives you a slightly concerned look.* "Sometimes you worry me..."
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And you
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"I'll take that as a compliment."
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Okay then.