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[fuckingkillthem]

[In view is Hiruma, sitting on his bed, piles of various rifles, handguns, ammo, grenades, etc, on the floor and tables. There's a pile of maybe forty cellphones on one side of him, and his laptop is resting on his knee. He's looking almost unnaturally happy.]

I think the motherfucking spirit of Christmas past was here or some shit.

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[colorlessly]

An impressive collection.

[fuckingkillthem]

[Actually grabs the crow to get it closer and have a look.] A new face, huh... Kekeke, you come across lots of useful crap over the years, you know what I mean, ginger?

[colorlessly]

Yes, I suppose so. And all of it is functioning properly?

[fuckingkillthem]

Kekeke~, are you expecting toy guns, ginger? Of course they are.

[frigginsterling]

Well, somebody's happy.

[fuckingkillthem]

Hey, skinny, see this? This is a fucking laptop. [he holds it up. remember their first thread? D:]

[frigginsterling]

Fuck off, mate! Even if you are from the dim and distant future, there's no. Fucking. Way. That that little inch-thick thingy is a bloody computer!

[fuckingkillthem]

[He gives him a flat look.] ...You're fucking kidding me.

[Sigh] Get your ass over here, I'll show ya.

[askthelookout]

Wow.

Why don't I get large piles of offensive weaponry? [Pouts]

[fuckingkillthem]

Kekekeke! Fuck off, fucking cowboy, I earned these back home.

[askthelookout]

Aww, gosh darn it. Earning stuff is hard! [Laughs]

[fuckingkillthem]

It all fuckin' depends, yeah? Keke... [He eyes him for a moment, a grin spreading over his face.] You ever played poker, fucking cowboy?

[imbalancing]

...Do you really plan to use all of those?

[fuckingkillthem]

If I have the fucking time to, why the hell not~?

[imbalancing]

You have all the time in the world.

I don't have any problems with it; I was just curious.

B-but, ah. Can you actually get an internet connection here?

[fuckingkillthem]

Che, it's a shit one, but it's there.