*when you eneter you see a mahcine/man drinking wiht a group of PMC SOldiers*
*he looks at you*
DONT BE SCARED JOIN THE PARTY!!!!!!!!!!
*The soldeirs fire their guns at the air*
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	*backs away and sits on a nearby concrete slab* *sets mail sack aside* "What party?"
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	GUNS AND LICOUR PARTY!!!!!!!!! A MARS CLASSIC CELEBRATION! *his huge mechanical arm turns into a minigun which starts firign at the sky*
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	"I don't use guns all that much, but I could go for some whisky..."
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	*offers a bottle and a shotgun* GO ahead enjoy.
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	*sits with soldiers and has some whisky* *shoots self in foot* "AWW MAH GAWWWW I SSHAWT MAH FOOT!!" *Grabs mangled foot*
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	DONT WORRY (some mnutes later) NOW YOUVE GOT A ROBOT leg that runs even faster ands its bulelproof
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	*arms explode violently* "HELP ME" *passes out*
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	*replaces the amr witha cybernetic one* DOne
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	*is still unconscious*
 
										 
					 
		    