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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 18:23:09 GMT -5
PFC draws a survival knife. "It's your stuff doc. I would get someone else to do it. A man don't tread in his own shit." PFC spins the blade with his finger, and puts it away. "But in respect for your profession, i will. Only once." PFC puts his gas mask back on and walks into his own waste.
After whiping down the case with baby wipes and a towel from the kitchen, he hands the case to DJ. "It still good, or are we taking a trip to necrotech?"
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