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[b]He looks at you with wide eyes.[/b]
"Wha... You told me this job was legal!"
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/14/2015 2:36:04 AM"It is. This was from a bounty, from someone else. This came from dead thugs."
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"...Alright... So, whatcha gonna do with it?"
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"Sell it and make easy money but I'm going to give you one of each for your own use."
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"Ah... Uh... Thank you... I don't know what to say. Thank you." [b]He kneels down to the bag, grasping the handles of a few guns. Most of them only barely fit his hands, but he eventually finds one he likes. He then grabs a Katana of hefty size, giving it a practice swing before nodding and sheathing it.[/b] "Mr. Etana, I truly don't know what to say. You've been exponentially generous to me since I arrived at the law firm, and I won't forget what you've done for me. Thank you, sir."
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[b]He flashes a smile and offers a fist bump.[/b] "I have to take care of my friends."
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[b]He smiles back and does a fist bump.[/b] "My first day, I got a bomb thrown at me. My payday, my boss gives me a gun. Can this job get any weirder?"
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"Heh. I'm sure it can man."
