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| Mr. Hurricane:
Vector Thrust, as previously stated. I look at the various glasses and the few bottles still on the table. "Seems this is what the Mercanans are complaining about," I say. |
| Operator¹:
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| Gojira:
"I suppose." I take another bite of calamari. |
| Mr. Hurricane:
"Did you check your requisitions tier yet Yui? Most if, not all the squadron was approved for a raise," I turn to Yukamo. "These aircraft seem to be getting exponentially more complex," |
| ZombiLoin:
As midnight comes within an hour's reach, the bartender puts on something that actually resembles music. : Due to the recent victory over a Huit fleet, we managed to get something special today. Hope you ladies and gentlemen enjoy. As she announces the arrival of "something special," two men carry a aluminum box up the stairs. They set it down on the table, and crack it open, revealing a sight that arouses everybody. A slow roasted whole pig stuck on a spit, garnished with pineapple, raisins, and cloves, and glazed with honey. : Form an orderly line and get your cut. I wouldn't advise taking more than 2 minutes to take your cut, unless you want to be eaten too. Everybody on the roof (and practically everybody downstairs) commences forming a line to get some food. |
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