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3/29/2016 10:47:55 PM
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"Wit' th' girl'n our cargo, w'got a to'al o' seven targets all around th' city. W'take th' first three, make a pit stop back 'ere, an' bag 'em in th' back t'lighten our load. Aft'r tha', w'grab th' other four, come back, an' get th' Hell out. [i]Fuair sé?[/i]"
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He nods, and Yasha begins chanting something in Russian. "...Come again, lad?" "May the bitches and the money be plentiful!" He shakes his head and raises his hand to his face, turning to you. "We ain't gonna die by Raiders 'r townsfolk 'r mutants. He's gonna drag's down wit' him aft'r he gets arrested fer touchin' a girl 'n Mexico an' we're gonna rot 'n jail." He gets up, stretching his limbs and picking up his shotgun. "Gear up an' grab a pot o' coffee."
