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2/24/2016 11:49:42 PM
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*he studies the weapon then aims at Wheatley, ready to fire, a look of intense anger in his eyes. However, he lowers it shortly afterwards
"No."-Silver
*he crushes the gun with his hand, and drops the remains of it to the floor
"You saved my life, and I cannot kill you when you have done something like that for me. It goes against my morals."-Silver
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"Well... You know me, I tend to -blam!- shit up when I need it most."
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"Noted. So, where exactly is this Tara friend of yours hiding?"-Silver
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"She's not hiding."
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"Alright. Guess it will be easier then. Thanks."-Silver *he finishes up on the lightsabers and starts working on the armor again
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"No problem." [b]he begins to mod the handgun, adding white phosphorous rounds and modifies the barrel to be shorter[/b]
