originally posted in:Neo Punks
[i]The illusion punches me in the gut, I grunt and take the shot, I kick him in the knee making him drop down, I do a corkscrew spin and slam my sword downwards, finishing him. There I stand in the center, breathing heavily, sweating and alone with the illusions gone[/i]
English
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"How do they know each other, he try to kill your dad?"
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"My father Etana Lutu? JT was scared of him at one point and why would they kill each other?"
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"Ah, seems like my dad. Says there was "blood and a car door" or whatever"
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"Oh yeah, I remember that. Funny story actually."
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"Ah, I'll have to ask him eventually. Also said there was "whiskey, Lopez, and a car" and the cops came. Come to think of it, my dad did some insane shit"
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[i]I laugh a bit[/i] "So did my dad."
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"He ever tear his own arm off for shits and giggles?"
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"No but he jumped off of buildings as a common exit for shits and giggles."
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"Mine used a grapple in his arm as his means of walking, and rescued 12 High Value Targets in one day, thinking its "an average Tuesday""
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"Why are you turning this into a competition?"
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"I'm a very competitive woman."
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"I can tell."
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"Yeah, I get that a lot."