originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]"Well I sure as shit don't speak Taco or General Tao Chicken," JT said in a sarcastic tone, looking over to the man. He never forgot a face - His augmented memory never let him. The blades found their way into his sheaths and he relaxed. [/i]
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“Wait, you don’t? Could’ve sworn there was a cowboy around here that spoke Kung Pao chicken,” Vance replied in an equally sarcastic tone. Despite having loosened up after their opponents were... dispatched, brutally so, there was still some smoke and blue sparks coming off his body. It only added to the fiery persona of the pyromaniac. “Oh, yeah. You were the guy that hooked me up with this arm, a few months back–burned up some nests? Ring a bell?”