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Darque hopes to strike a deal with the Big D...
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| Hey...if you cart Widow away for me...I'll throw Mags in for free (then you won't need my soul!) | |
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| Hmmm...I'll see what I can do for you! | |
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However, he hadn't counted on Widow being low on rations...
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| Aaaaargh...NOOOO! Lemme outta here!!! | |
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| Right...this purpose-built pressure cooker should soften him up a bit! | |
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Don't look now, Darque...but there's a Wild Widow behind you!!!
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| Hmmm...bigger than me? That's okay...I'll just knee him in the nads, and I'm away... | |
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| Geee...haven't heard back. Wonder how he's getting on? | |
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