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~Smough pushes you aside and goes into the building~
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"Hey!?" [b]The entire living room seems to be nothing but a large table which takes up most of it. Chemicals and powders Line the outside of every side except for the middle, which is taken up by a machine with a small hatch. Just above the machine you can clearly see Smoke [/b]
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[b]You were trying to be the Dojo's own Walter White, didn't you?[/b]
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"Shhhh. A man needs a living!"
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[b]Dear Gwyn, you actually were?! Wow.[/b] ~He starts chucking~ [b]That didn't work out now, did it?[/b]
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"I was not! I was defending him."
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[b]Him?[/b]
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"Walter!"
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[b]Oh. I love his TV show, Breaking Bad. Great.[/b]
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"Very great actually."
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[b]Yeah.[/b] [spoiler]Is it ironic that I had Smough like Breaking Bad, yet I actually watch it and enjoy it?[/spoiler]
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"Now get out." [spoiler]Nah[/spoiler]
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[b]Ok, calm down.[/b]
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"No. Next thing I know you'll be asking for a cut."
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[b]Ha. Go blow yourself up again.[/b] ~He walks out~ [b]Probably can't even get high off of it...damn awful cook...pathetic...[/b]
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"How would you know?!?"
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~He ignores you~
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[spoiler]End [/spoiler]