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1/9/2016 5:22:15 PM
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[spoiler]the robot[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay[/spoiler] "Well... okay... Then whaddaya want me to do then?"
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"I don't know"
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He looks dully onward at the machine. "Well... Have you seen any Fireteam November operatives anywhere? Do you know what Fireteam November is?"
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"Yes to both"
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His eyes brighten under his goggles. "Really? Where?"
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"Four of them are chilling in a pocket dimension"
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He continues to stare on blankly. "Okay... Are there any in this dimension?"
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"Undoubtedly"
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"[b]Fuçk![/b]" he shouts, stamping his boot into the ground. "Is there a way I can get to the pocket dimension?"
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"You'd have to step through a portal"
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"[i]What portal?![/i]" he asks harshly, obviously annoyed and frustrated.
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"The portal that the owner of said pocket dimension creates"
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"How do I open it?"
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"Ya can't"
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"So it just randomly opens?"
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"The owner of said pocket dimension has to open it"
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"So... Is there a way to ask him to open it?"
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"If you see him"
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"But he's in the pocket dimension, correct?"
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"He'll come out eventually"
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"[i]When?![/i]"
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"I don't know"
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"[b][i]God FUÇKING dammit![/i][/b]" he barks, and throws his Smith and Wesson down on the ground in rage. The revolver triggers and fires a .44 Magnum into his thigh, shredding the black denim of his jeans and making blood fly. He collapses onto the ground in pain and yells in agony. "[b][i]JESUS H. CHRIST, MY LEG![/i][/b]" he cries, his face becoming red with pain.
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"CALM DOWN OR I WILL BE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE"
