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[spoiler]Ah, the infamous golf club...[/spoiler] He continues to walk silently.
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[spoiler]with a flame thrower[/spoiler] "I'll talk for you then" [i]"Hey random guy thanks for noticing my talent"[/i] "No problem your funny"
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[spoiler]Well damn...[/spoiler] He continues to walk, picking up his pace slightly.
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"You know I met someone like you, he was dead but he didn't talk so almost the same"
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He stops and turns his face to you. "Can you stop following me?"
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"Ayy now he talks"
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"You're on my last nerve, and you didn't answer my question."
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"How many nerves do you have?"
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Your golf club quickly comes out and wraps itself around your neck. You are lifted and pinned to a wall. "Now I don't have any."
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[b]He doesn't struggle at all[/b] "This is even funner"
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"I'm glad I amuse you." He walks away as the club tightens you against the wall.
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[b]He sits there laughing[/b]
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He mutters as he walks away. "Children..."
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"TECHINICALLY IM 201 YEARS OLD"
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"You just proved my point."
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"WHAT I CANT HEAR YOU OVER ME BEING STRANGLED"
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He sighs and walks away.
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[b]He hangs there[/b]