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[palehornprince]

....where... how the... fuck, just when I was about to win, that little bitch comes out of nowhere, and then that red-haired lout had to pull some fancy trick and...

Hmm...? What's this?

[He picks up the communicator.]

Szyael, if this is one of your ridiculous experiments that you're pulling as a joke on me, then it's not funny. I don't care if you're

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[bandageshark]

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[bandageshark]

YOU.

[palehornprince]

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU YELLING FOR.

[bandageshark]

Why the fuck do you think, prick? Or did you finally burn out your last brain cell?

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[palehornprince]

How dare you!! Having the nerve to call me a pri--

[youdbettertip]

[Crisply.]

You're on board the MS Elegante, no you can't leave, don't cause trouble and don't cause a mess.

[palehornprince]

How very to the point.

[electroniccrane]

I don't suppose you and your friend could manage to have any future screaming arguments on a locked channel?

[palehornprince]

That piece of trash is not worthy enough to be called a friend.

What the hell is a "locked channel"?

[electroniccrane]

[Snort.]

The communicators have a locking function that allows you to specify to whom you broadcast. In your case, it seems this would have the side benefit of leaving the rest of us out of it.

[palehornprince]

Well, isn't that fancy. I'll have to look into all the fine details of this little gizmo, then.

[pimp_hat]

Joo on a boat. Get used to it and get ovah it cause joo ain't gettin' off.

[palehornprince]

I thought Di Roy's voice was bad. Yours is just god-awful.

[bandageshark]

Is that a compliment? Shit, better mark it on the calendar.

[palehornprince]

Don't expect anymore, dipshit.