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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/4/2017 5:23:02 PM
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[i]"I hear you Grunt, this is JT, Wrex sent me. Hold tight, where are you?"[/i]
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"How about ryncol? Or Krogan beer, if you wanna try to be more Earth-like. Anyways, the stuff could kill some other species form it's power. But you? You could certantly survive a few tastes of it." Wrex says.
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[i]"Thanks, but alcohol doesn't physically affect me - Nor does it have taste, aside from whiskey. And I work for four things: Money, loot, ass and adventure. Any of those, I'll accept, but you're already paying me as it is." [/i]
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"Right. Plus, it seems that you have the loot part handled." Wrex states, noticing the M-11 Suppressor on JT. "The adventure, I don't know. And for the last request...wit, don't you have some at home?"
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[i]"Eh, hookers only get you so far. Anyways, lets just get to safety before we discuss this kind of thing, eh?" [/i]
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"Yeah...right." Wrex responds, the shuttle making its way back to the city.
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[i]JT used the time to patch his leg up with the use of a package of gauze and a series of nanites to replace the muscle and bone temporarily. When they arrived at the city, JT exited the ship, walking off like a new man. "Damn do I love civilization after a hard day of work." [/i]
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"Heh...that makes two of us." Wrex replied. "We'll get you some grub and some rest before you go. Expect Grunt over here and some Krogan over within the next couple months." He replies. [spoiler]End. :p[/spoiler]
