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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 24, 2007 3:24:03 GMT -5
Priz wanders down the stairs, carefully avoiding the demolished section. Walking straight to the bar, he says
"I overheard someone say something about "raunchy drinks". I may not be too handy with cooking, but I'd like to think I can mix a good cocktail. What's your poison?" The last part is said in a corny westren accent. He is clearly much more comfortable in this setting than in the hospital.
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