Well, normally, in my perfect utopian world (utopian only in the fact that its perfect for me and only me), it wouldn't even come down to a duel. If I don't like someone or don't like something someone did, I'd prolly just poison their food. And if that doesn't work? You got it. Hired thugs. More specifically someone along the lines of Sammy J or Johnny T. Without factors like these, I'd end up dead a lot sooner than I'd like. No one likes morals when they're inversely proportional to lifespan.
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