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[And reporting live from level fifteen, we have Neil Dylandy as he runs a hand through his hair like a comb before leaning back against the wall and grinning lazily at his sphere.]
I think we've got a bit of time to kill before the commander contacts us again. Is there any lovely lady on board who'd be willing to pass it by with me, perhaps over a drink?
[As soon as he winks and does his corny little finger-gun at the sphere, he blinks and scratches at his head before muttering to himself.]
Where in the hell did that come from....
I think we've got a bit of time to kill before the commander contacts us again. Is there any lovely lady on board who'd be willing to pass it by with me, perhaps over a drink?
[As soon as he winks and does his corny little finger-gun at the sphere, he blinks and scratches at his head before muttering to himself.]
Where in the hell did that come from....