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After the first hour or so, I figured I had enough info for Lana so I put away the recorder and eyeballed the door for a while. Then -
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| Holy crap! My head is still spinning. Oh, wipe your chin, Chen. | |
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| That was fantastic! I'm not gonna feel a fart for DAYS! | |
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I ran toward the exit as quietly as I could. Just when I thought I was home free...
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| ROAST! What the HELL are you doing, you bastard? AH-AHHH-AH-CHOO! | |
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See, everyone was afraid of Chen, he had a rep as a total, death-eating badass. I knew something that almost no one else knew, though. And I had a plan.
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| I know, my allergies are acting up, too. Here, have a handkerchief. | |
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| Don't mind if I do. Before I turn you into so much hamburger. | |
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