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[reloadsturbator]

*Revolver Ocelot stumbles on in, looking annoyed.*

*Probably because his right forearm is a bleeding stump.*

Damn ninja... There goes my plans for the rest of the afternoon.

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[letmegiveuahand]

[take me back bby please]

[reloadsturbator]

What the--...

Huh. Well that wasn't too hard. I thought I'd have to go out and "find a donor".

...This thing smells like Liquid.

[letmegiveuahand]

[waves]

[reloadsturbator]

Hold still, you. I'm putting you on ice and taking you to Leyon. *Reaches to pick up Liquid's arm with his remaining hand.*

[let_mama]

W- What the HELL!?

[reloadsturbator]

Well well.

So you went for Botox after all?

[let_mama]

Not just yet.

So I take it you're new here?

[reloadsturbator]

Perhaps. *Points his stump at her.* What are you doing here?

[soda_soldier]

What happened to your arm mister?

[reloadsturbator]

That damn ninja sliced it off.

[soda_soldier]

You should get it taken care of mister!

[zeroequals100]

[Have a John!]

... Adam...?

[reloadsturbator]

Solidus, I need a loan--

...

...It can't be.

I knew I took too much of that damn morphine.