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A friendly game of Q3A....untill...
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| Ianciath has taken the lead | |
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| Dammit!! Where did he get me from?? | |
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| He fragged you from the Railgun Perch you stupid ass. | |
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| What the hell?! You can't talk to me... you can't understadn what i'm saying!! That's impossible! | |
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| Is it really TC? How can it be so hard to believe that a mechanical object cannot interpret what you say and do... hey! What are you doing near the power plug!! Hey don't pull that!!*bloop* | |
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| Phew....but...how did it talk....*looks behind computer and finds nothing*.... Dammit.. I should have taken the Blue pill... | |
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