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"Wha-What do you mean? She's smokin' hot and f*cking smites b*tches with divine powers. What's not practical about it?"
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"I...am not very good at talking with a motive in mind." Cain admitted to Chuck.
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"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
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"I am simply not good at talking to people." Cain said. "I often offend them by mistake."
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"Maybe I can help sometime. If you find a green haired girl named Lyn don't be scared of saying hello, okay? Now, I've got unimportant work to do."
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"Well...okay then." Cain said as he turned towards the door and opened it. "Oh. I am going to take the gun by the way." Cain told Chuck as he grabbed the shotgun and walked out the door.
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"WAIT!" Chuck followed. "Vicky does not like being handled like that! She's a dangerous and scary shotgun!"
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Cain held the shotgun barrel down and rested his finger on the side of its trigger. He let it rest at his thigh, and he looked like he could use it as soon as he drew. "Like this then?"
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"Hello there, Cain. How are you?" Cain heard a female robotic voice in his head. It was oddly friendly and cheerful sounding in tone. "Who am I killing today?"