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[Open on Faith cleaning one of the many swords that are now arranged per size and type on the wall, with the rest of the weapons perfectly arranged in what looks to be a very logical order.]

Shi-- darn.

[Faith starts to take it all back down again, making several different piles.]B, you're killing me here. We need a catalogue for all these staffs

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[One hundred square feet of them to be exact, if you asked Faith.]

Yeah, I just-- don't feel like cussing. That a problem?

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Yeah well get uncurious and put this dagger over in quadrant 3, row F.

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As a cardiac. Chop, chop Fang. [She will even hold it out for you!]

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Kinda smelly, fed tablescraps, follows Buffy around; baby you're the lapdog.

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Dude, you so are. [Now throwing the dagger toward you.] Q3, F.

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[No, never. She stutters briefly; trying to find an excuse here.]

I gotta train here too, don't I?

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[Scoff.]

Set my own rules, thanks.

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Huh? Just putting things together in a way that makes sense. Ain't rocket science.