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*wakes up, coughing* What- oh, right. God, this hurts. *looks around* Where am I? I need a doctor! And, whenever I find out who shot me, I WILL unleash the fury of my armored kittens. That imbecile, he doesn't know what's coming to hi- *passes out again*
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*sigh* here we go again...
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*coughs, wakes up again* What is happening to me?
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Well, monsieur, you [i]have[/i] been shot.
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Mhm. Where did the bullet hit? I'm very hazy. I think it hit my hip or back though, not too sure. Get me doctor, please. I'll buy some drinks.
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No need for the drinks, monsieur. Here. *hands keys* the keys to my submarine. Just tell sir connery where to and he will take you there.
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Mm, thank you. Free kittens for you, of your choice. You can have up to three.
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Non merci, monsieur. I already have six at home.
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Uh, that's a lot of kittens. Are they regular brand or MeltedCow brand?
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They are... ... *puts on sunglasses* ... [i][b][u]the cool brand.[/u][/b][/i]
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*crickets chirping*