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11/18/2015 12:46:34 AM
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[b]He finally stops[/b]
"-blam!-. This. Where can I get a gun, [i]sir[/i]?"
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No need to call me sir, I'm not that old. Call me Murphy. And there are some revolvers in your dads quarters, guess they're yours now
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"Alright. So, I guess I'm starting at private?" [spoiler]either make him work his way up like the old days, or let him command people. Your call[/spoiler]
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Damn right you're a private, your dad might be a great warrior but we don't know you, and if that tantrum is any indication of yourself. Well...you won't last long
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"Yes sir!" [b]he runs off[/b]
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Wait for it...wait for it... *a electric sound is heard as Jt picks up JT's booby trapped revolvers*
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[b]A loud scream is heard, and JT walks over, missing his right arm[/b]
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What...
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"That's one hell of a shock Murphy. I heard my dad lost a limb, eh? Any way to get a friggin prosthetic?"
