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[deflower_you]

Figures that on the last night of my existence we'd have a 4-man mission. That kinda fucked up all my plans for the night, and not in the way I wanted. Post mission adrenaline high is keeping me from sleeping, so I think I'll get wasted. Not like I have to worry about the hangover the next day

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[collaredstray]

I never have to worry about hangovers either.

[collaredstray]

Yeah, and I heal pretty damned fast.

[deflower_you]

Maybe I should consider this genetic engineering bullshit. What's the catch?

[collaredstray]

This.

[deflower_you]

What the hell is that??

[collaredstray]

A collar. It's bolted into my neck.

[deflower_you]

Fucking ow. You can't take it off?

[collaredstray]

Bolted.

[deflower_you]

.. Tried an electric drill? It worked for the lighting in my bathroom that wouldn't come off.

[collaredstray]

It's attached to my spine. I'd die if I ever took it off.

[deflower_you]

Yeah, don't try and take it off, then. Why'd you get it done, other than for the fancy enhancements?

[collaredstray]

I didn't have it done. It was done to me.

[deflower_you]

What kind of sick fuck would do that? Hope they're dead, or on their way.

[collaredstray]

Mother. She's alive and well.

[deflower_you]

Your mom? Seriously? I hate to insult a woman, let alone another man's mother, but she's a righteous bitch if she just slapped that on you one day.

[collaredstray]

She's not my biological mother. And feel free to insult her all you like.