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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by The WORLD1897:
2/23/2017 1:01:36 PM
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"Hola. You've come for my product, I am to assume?" He spoke with a heavy Colombian accent. His guard raised his 9mm pistol towards Ian, watching. "Forgive my friend, but alas we have found a mole within my operation."
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"Ah. What a shame. And yes, I am here to sample your... product." Ian grinned.
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The guard stepped inside and returned with a neatly packed bag of the real deal, çoçaine. "Don't do too much, friend," Pablo said, watching Ian. He handed over the bag, nodding. "If you'd like more afterwards, it's $50,000 a kilo."
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"Thank you. I hope we can continue our business together." He disappeared in a flash of purple light, leaving only a note behind.
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He nodded, picking up the note and examining.
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The note read as such- [i]Pablo- I don't mean to tell you how to run the farm, but take my advice. If you simply torture the workers instead of giving them the sweet release of death, they will fear their punishment more and will not steal from you. -Ian[/i]
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He nodded stoicly, pocketing the note. It was a good idea to say the least.
