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12/19/2015 12:17:27 PM
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[b][i]Jakob sits on a bed, his greyhound next to him, happily being petted.[/i][/b]
"What? Making yourself a friend?" He jokes
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"Making a body for a bio weapon. What with the mutt, get lonely?"
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"Thought I told you my backstory already, how I've known him since I was young."
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"It's sarcasm bro"
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"So your friend is a bio weapon?"
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"Nah, project in working on for a buddy" [b]He says, standing up and turning to look at you, putting his goggles on his forehead[/b]
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"And your buddy just has a bio weapon sitting around? He's less organized than I am."
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"It's in a test tube he carries 24/7, and he claims its docile"
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"That's an oxymoron. A docile bioweapon. What's next? Passive assassins? Honest politicians."
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"Hey man, don't ask me, his labels"
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"Ready for the crap?"
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"Damn straight!"
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"Well, you heard about the beasts that are going to be down there, right?"
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"Not in the slightest"
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"They're supposed to be pretty deadly."
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"Great"
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"Just makes it more fun." He says, laughing
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"That's right"
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[b][i]He hears the ship dock.[/i][/b] "Well, that's our ride"
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"Then let's go"
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[b][i]He heads out[/i][/b]
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[b]He follows, going his separate way[/b] ((End))
