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6/18/2016 4:37:37 PM
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"FÜCK NO! NOW PISS OFF! IM GETTING RID OF THIS!"
Even though no one was stupid enough to not know he was going to drink this.
He walked to his Quarters again.
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He bobbed and weaved around the Grey Knights, sprinting to the booze that the Grey Slaves had dropped, and very quickly snatching a couple of bottles off the ground before sprinting after Ling, yelling at the top of his lungs, "THAT'S REALLY FÜCKING RUDE, MAN!"
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"YOU LEARN TO FÜCKING DRINK IT, AND THEN YOU BECOME AN ALCOHOLIC, YOU LOSE YOUR JOB, AND EVENTUALLY YOUR WIFE LEAVES YOU AND TAKES THE KIDS WITH HER BECAUSE YOU'RE A DEADBEAT AND USELESS HUSBAND!" The Black Templar continued to sprint after the Inquisitior, the stomping of his boots gradually getting closer.
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"THAT REALLY FÜCKING HURT MY FEELINGS! I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY." he said, and he threw the bottle of scotch at the Marine, it shattering on impact. "FÜCK THIS IM GOING BACK TO MY QUARTERS! HAVE YOUR BOOZE SHITLORD." He dropped the bottles down and ran away.
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"GOOD FOR YOU!" The man very quickly ran over to the alcohol, dropping to his knees and quickly taking all of the booze in his arms, pressing them against his armoured chest. "You're safe with me now... Don't worry..." He silently said to himself.
