"I give you two choices. Either you walk out of the airlock yourself, or I'll push you through it."
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Sergei nods contemplatively. [i]I'm afraid I can't agree to either of those propositions. My men have no space suits for such a task. It's so odd, how you're trying to kill me over a sandwich...[/i]
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[spoiler]you're really trying my patience, you know.[/spoiler] "How about you go die? Seriously. I can't stand you." [spoiler]please, please, fuсk off before I have an aneurysm and I give up on the whole plot.[/spoiler]
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Sergei nods and snaps his fingers. Team VOSTOK teleports off the bridge and disappears into the massive ship. Hunting them down would take far too much time, and the Tempestor was obviously annoyed. [i]That went badly, Sergei. We need to lay low.[/i] [b]Agreed. We'll stay out of sight until we land.[/b] [spoiler]Withdrawing until next part of plot. Sorry for the brain aneurism. Do you need an ice pack? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I need you to fuсk off. Seriously. Now I understand what BJ was talking about. You're probably the most annoying person on the internet.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Uhhh. Ok? Sorry to bother you. But you literally tried to kill an entire group of my dudes over a chicken sandwich. It's a little ridiculous. But if you're annoyed, and need me gone, that's ok. Like I said, I'm withdrawing until the next plot comes up. I have stuff to attend to. I do sincerely apologize for being a bother my good man/woman/sentient fern. I really do.[/spoiler]