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2/20/2016 7:44:28 PM
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Dahlia looks at him with distain, smirking.
"So that's where the smelly draft from the air vents was coming from."
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"Hey man, I'm not supposed to be here, it's not like I'm just gonna waltz up into the CO-ED showers when I am, technically an outlaw at this point."
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"Hmm... You do know where you are, right? This is the Infinity. Kind of the worst place to hide out, but even then, I like your moxy kid. The names Dahlia Sliverjaw, professional mercenary and bitch." Dahlia crouches down and extends a hand, coiled in a black leather glove stained with grease and dried blood.
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"Hey man, no ones gonna think a galactic outlaw has the balls to hide amongst them... I'm Wheatley, last man in a race of scavengers and professional mutilationist." [b]he throws a mask over his face [/b]
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Edited by VertheAlt: 2/20/2016 7:59:32 PM"Nice to meet you, Wheatley. How do you get your food?"
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"BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH..... I don't. I haven't eaten in like two weeks..."
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"I'm sneak you some food when I get back to the gallery."
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"Ehhh, it's fine, I wouldn't want to endanger anyone."
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"I like you kid. And really, no ones gonna talk to an asshat like myself."
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"Thanks... I appreciate it. I'll be in the vents if ya need meh."
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"Scram before you get noticed."
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[b]he jumps into the vents[/b]
