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	[b]He nods as he starts to fiddle with his gun again[/b]
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	"Gun troubles?"
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	"Modding it"
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	"What're you adding?"
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	"Splitting the beam, tightening air seals, basic things"
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	"Making a shotgun? We have some in stock already"
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	"No, making the wounds it makes a lot bigger"
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	"Calling it Laser Pew Pew"
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	[b]She giggles upon hearing the name [/b]
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	"Fan of it?"
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	"Yeah"
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	[b]He nods[/b] "That's good to hear"
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	"Yup" [b]she says, walking away[/b]
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	[b]He continues his patrol, once again bored out of his mind [/b]
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	[b]He spots Lopez, thrusting into the air away from frost, before putting the armor pants back on and tossing a ham sandwich to the side[/b]
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	"Poor sandwich..." [b]He says as he taps it, looking at its insides[/b]
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	[b]All white and sticky[/b]
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	[b]He gags and looks for a trashcan [/b]
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	[b]there is a large garbage chute nearby[/b]
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	Edited by Asharru: 1/1/2016 2:46:59 AM[b]He looks at the sandwich again and levitates it into the trash chute[/b]
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	[b]It slides down [/b]
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	"Oh god, fockin disgusting" [b]his Irish accent starts to show[/b]
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	[b]nothing else happens[/b]
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	"Bored once again...." [b]With nothing else to do he starts to follow Lopez [/b]
 
										 
					 
		    