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[fuckingkillthem]

[In view is Hiruma, sitting on his bed, piles of various rifles, handguns, ammo, grenades, etc, on the floor and tables. There's a pile of maybe forty cellphones on one side of him, and his laptop is resting on his knee. He's looking almost unnaturally happy.]

I think the motherfucking spirit of Christmas past was here or some shit.

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[frigginsterling]

Well, somebody's happy.

[frigginsterling]

[Woody listens pretty attentively and lets out a low whistle as Hiruma finishes]

Bloody hell, mate, the amount tech's changed between my time an' yours...this is like some scifi nerd's wet dream. Whooooosh. Ok.

[He moves the cursor experimentally and grins]

Fuck it, dunno what to do first.

[fuckingkillthem]

Kekeke, and it's still fucking changing, skinny..

[Hiruma ponders what Woody might like trying to do; but what he himself usually uses the computer for isn't all that interesting. After a few seconds, though, he grins.] Download a game demo?

[frigginsterling]

Well no shit. Technology's always changing, you fuckwit.

[He taps his fingers on the edge of the laptop for a moment then glances at Hiruma]

How do I do that? I was listening, honest, but I'm not any fuckin' use at learning from listening.