[The device clicks on, and there's... America, standing in Hell's the kitchen. Only.. something looks oddly off about him. His eyes are flat, half opened and very lifeless, and he has this weird yellow glow to it. In fact, his entire body seems to be pale and with an odd dark tone to it, as if he was cast in shadows. The only thing that seems to
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Take it up with the management. The temperature isn't really the biggest issue around here.
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Really? I think it's unfair to the rest of us..
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I'm not sure if you've noticed, but this place has never been about fair play. That's why we all complain so much.
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I think the problem lies.. elsewhere.
[There's a cocking noise, as he pulls out a pistol. He advances again.]
Like with your heart.
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This is Robin's worried face, America. He hasn't quite seen the fact that just about everyone he knows is all ghastly like this.] What kind of event are they pulling on us now?
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[And to say he 'missed you', he's approaching you quickly, with glowy eyes and a raspy voice.]
It's a scary one, Robin. We need to stick together...
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Monsters. [If dead pan could show traces of amusement, he does right then and there.] I'll protect you, Robin. I'm the hero.
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But you... sound like you could use some company..
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Put a jacket on then, arse.
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I don't think that'll help, Iggy.
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Nothing will help you if you continue to use that nickname. And if you haven't realised, you're a day too late.
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Never too late. [He hisses dully, eyes glowing and staring down England like he's the biggest cheeseburger ever. He's going to try to grab him with his cold shadowy hands once he's close enough. Feed meeee. Obviously the fate of all capitalist nations is to feed off the other's hearts]
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