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Death visits ION Storm to take the life of their sole competent employee...
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| Warren Spector is right through this door, Mister Death. Try not to be too messy-- I'm getting a new bargeload of employees next week, and I'd like the place to be tidy when they arrive. | |
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| WHATEVER. JUST LET ME DO MY JOB, BITCH. | |
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| I HAVE COME FOR YOU, WARREN SPECTOR. | |
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| No! Not yet! There's so much left to be done! | |
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| LOVELY SENTIMENT, BUT TAKE IT FROM ME, WARREN-- I'M AN ETERNAL BEING WITH NIGH-LIMITLESS POWER, AND -I- WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DRAG ION STORM'S REPUTATION OUT OF THE MUD. | |
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| I haven't even gotten around to teaching Paul Steed about girls! | |
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