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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 5, 2007 18:41:52 GMT -5
Specialist sips on his scotch again.
"Daquiris, eh? I have an ancestor who used to live on this island somewhere in the Atlantic called Shartak, about 2 or 3 hundred years ago. He was originally a cook aboard a pirate vessel, but it wrecked, and he lost an eye. They say he could whip up the best darn banana-and-rum daquiris on the whole island.
"Speaking of revive syringes and what might be in 'em... Well, once I got stuck twice by a guy, or a couple of guys--probably an accident. When I woke back up, I was high as a kite for practically the whole day. I still had full control over my arms and legs and stuff, but there was just all this energy, and this desire to just jump around and scream "I'M ALIVE!!"... That stuff is pretty darned strong. The guys in my safehouse got so ticked off at my antics that they nearly shot me and dumped me back out. Of course, with a double shot of the stuff in my system, I might have stood back up alive again... Wouldn't that have been a sight to see? I can just imagine the looks on their faces..." He chuckles at the thought.
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