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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:14:53 GMT -5
Absorbed in his search, the man jumps a couple inches in the air in surprise at the sudden assault. He quickly regains his composure, and smiles disarmingly at his assailant.
"The city is completely overrun by walking dead," he says, still smiling, "And I still can't get a free drink. What exactly am I supposed to pay with? Money isnt worth anything, and I don't think I plan to do Honcho over there any 'favors' if you get my drift."
He holds up a bottle of cheap vodka, and offers to mix a martini.
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