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"Game? What the hell do you mean 'game'?"
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"You called it [i]the toughest armor in the game...[/i]"
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"Game as in, 'In the business.' Did you think I meant an actual game?"
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*He looks slightly embarrassed.* "Well... Maybe..."
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"What game would we be playing? The game of life or some cheesy shit like that?"
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"I don't know... Sorry... Just because I'm fluent in English doesn't mean I still completely understand it... I thought there could've been another meaning or something..."
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"There isn't. Now, am I well enough to leave? Alice's gonna kill me for getting myself shot by those crimson dickwads."
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"Yeah." [u][b]Y-You're completely healed n-now... Mister rude...[/b][/u] *Sketch turns to Vorim, a mixture of pride and shock on his face.*
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[b]I chuckle, I'd been antagonizing him for this reason. Knew the guy could stop stuttering like a maniac long enough to insult me.[/b] "Good man! Knew you had an insult or two in ya!" [b]I get up off the couch, turning for the exit.[/b]
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"Well... I hope next time we see each other you'll be less rude to me... But that's one of the first times I think Vorim has had the courage to insult someone here without someone dying first..."
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"Listen, I was dying, I was in shock. I was gonna be rude. But hey, you ever want a drinkin' buddy, or somebody dead, come talk to me. Least I could do."
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"Well... We don't drink... But thanks for the offer..."
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"Really? Care to educate me why?"
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"We have an extremely low alcohol tolerance. I can get drunk on a single glass of wine if it has an unusually high alcohol content for wine..."
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"Ah. I see. I also see how you assumed I only have alcoholic drinks. I have nigh-on everything in my room, man."
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"Oh, okay..."
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"My offer stands. Hit me up some time. I'll be seeing you." [b]I walk out.[/b]
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"Okay, bye..." [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End.[/spoiler]