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[Shinon's typical bored voice can be heard echoing out from the Coliseum. He has found himself a job.]We're definitely in for an exciting match, here. As the two fighters enter the arena, a hush falls over the crowd--all five of them, looks like. On the left, we have The Cursh. Dulled-down claymore in hand, The Crush is an opponent that strikes

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... Well, if nothing else, you're honest.

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Don't see why I wouldn't be.

[carries_a_bell]

Maybe because announcers are supposed to cater to the people and get them excited and blood thirsty?

... I think I prefer the way you're doing it though.

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Do you? Well, you're the first.

[carries_a_bell]

This way I can actually make myself believe you've got a brain under all that hair.

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That wasn't already obvious?

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[SMIRK] No, not particularly.

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Then the problem is with your perception, not my brains.

[carries_a_bell]

[Shrugs] So what made you choose a job here?

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It's easy. And I only work weekends.

[carries_a_bell]

How's the pay?

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Three hundred a week.

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[Damn, Sheena works seven days a week and she only gets about $360.]

Good for you. See? It wasn't so hard to find something.

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Pah. You sound like my mother. I knew it wouldn't be hard.

[carries_a_bell]

And yet, you groaned about finding work so bitterly.

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Well, with an easy gig like this, who's complaining.