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[besatisfied]

[Template, meet angry Lady. Angry Lady, meet Template. She's stalking around outside in the city, hands clenched, accidental second level. Out of frustration she kicks a box out of her way, sending it flying.]

Fucking PRICK.

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[with_liiiiiight]

Someone's panties are in a twist.

[besatisfied]

You're not the Dante I know. And I mean that literally.

[with_liiiiiight]

No, probably not.

I'll bet I'm better.

[besatisfied]

[HA HA HA.]

Hardly.

[with_liiiiiight]

So tell me. What do i lack that this other Dante's got?

[besatisfied]

[Smirk.] A name for his shop.

[with_liiiiiight]

I seem to be lacking a shop here, too. Got anything better than that?

[besatisfied]

The ability to give a rat's ass about people other than himself?

[with_liiiiiight]

And why would I do that? Looking out for number one's pretty important, you know.

[besatisfied]

Just forget it, Dante.