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[rookie_117]

There's a seven-foot tall soldier sitting on a convenient Nexus bench, looking down at the ground, with a slightly distracted air about him. He plucks at his sleeves as if something's wrong.

"How do you explain Nexus LOL incidents to those around you? Friends, family, allies - anyone who isn't involved with it themselves. I was going to ask if

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[maraudingstar]

Magic. That may not work with people who aren't wizards. Um...the government?

I ate mayonnaise which was a year past its use by date one time. Swiftest trip to St. Mungo's yet although I retain my title as King of Expired Food Chicken.

[rookie_117]

"Well, I should know how much they can get away with... it works."

John blinks. "Why did you do something like that? I'm not sure that's the kind of title that's worth it, somehow..."

[maraudingstar]

Because that's just what me and James do? I mean we had to invent something new when it became clear I'd always win at Gay Chicken. Not that I'd want to tongue anything that's been near Evan's gi-- ...okay, I can't finish that sentence without throwing up a little.

[rookie_117]

"...huh. Not much I can say to that, really. I just - I'm not sure I'd even want to ask."