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*I look back* I'm fine. I should be more worried of your safety than vice versa.
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"I suppose."
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Let's just go. Great, more walking.
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"Yippee."
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*walks around, occasionally stopping to look at something*
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[b]I, of course follow you.[/b] "Where to?"
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Trying to find a place to get food
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"Food? Really?"
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Would you rather eat this stuff? *Pulls out a baggie of rotten eggs* I have no idea how I got this.
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"Yeah let's find a place to eat."
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*Mortar smells the air* You smell that?
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[b]I take a whiff [/b] "Smells like burgers."
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So long as it's meat, I'm in. *I walk towards the smell, my sword ready nonetheless*
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[b]I follow you with my sword ready[/b]
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*there seems to be an odd grill etched in the ship.* *A large man seems to be grilling* [i]Erm... *grunt* you two hungry?[/i]
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[b]I whisper to you[/b] "Do we trust him?"
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I'm a bit leery, let me have the food first. You know what happens when I die. *I turn to the man.* One double cheeseburger please. [i]And your *burp* friend? [/i] He's still deciding.
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[b]I await the burger[/b]
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*I walk over to a booth and sit down*
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[b]I follow you[/b]
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So, um... What do you think you want.
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"Judging if it's good I'll take anything."
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Even those eggs I threw out? *Chuckles*
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"Those were bad." [b]i grin [/b]
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So... You lived lifetimes? *The man walks up to our booth* [i] Here's your *buuuuuuurrrrrrrrpppp* burger.[/i] *He puts the burger on the table and leaves.* Well... here goes nothing