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2/28/2016 2:21:27 PM
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"It's awful sometimes..."
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"I feel like this conversation is taking a bad turn."
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"Oh?"
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"Yeah."
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[b]He shrugs and continues to fiddle with his gun. [/b]
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She gets into her book.
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[b]He fiddles in one of his many pockets, and pulls a grenade like object out.[/b]
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"Don't blow us up."
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"If this thing blows the entire ship goes with us..."
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"Like I said."
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[b]He hits the top of it with the butt of his gun breaking the grenade and freeing the powder inside. [/b]
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She goes back to her book.
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[b]He inhales deeply which makes him snort up some gunpowder which then makes him cough very wildly. [/b]
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"You OK?"
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[b]He wildly shakes his head as blood starts to mix with his saliva. [/b]
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"Crap!" She runs over and tries to help.
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[b]He rolls onto his back before repeatedly slamming a fist into his chest. The coughing eventually stops but now he has some fuсled up lungs to deal with.[/b]
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"Why did you do that!?"
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"Like I did it on purpose!"
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"Hit the grenade I mean!"
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"How else am I supposed to make bullets? I'm using the gunpowder to make bullets... And I tend to coat my scythe in it..."
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"OK but why did you do it at a point in time where you were laying on your back?"
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"I'm on my stomach..."
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"And I'm blind apparently."
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"Apparently..."
