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[clarklike]

[Krypto and Shelby both growl as Clark opens the door, and Clark kneels to greet both dogs. When Krypto comes over, though, Clark's tone shifts from concern to surprise. There's a moment where he's checking out the room, and then he grabs both a piece of metal from the floor and the journal from his pocket.]Hey. My dog had a scrap with the people

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[encryptedlock]

Oh, kickass. Can you tell where the pieces come from? Leg, chestplate, heaven forbid power supply?

[encryptedlock]

Hence my original assessment of their maturity level, if not physical age.

[clarklike]

You were right on the mark. [dryly] Maybe they got their hands on that booze they wanted.

[encryptedlock]

I don't know, man, I didn't see any passed-out First Gens or puke stains.

Maybe they can't wish if they don't have a room.

[clarklike]

We'll just have to ask if they ever come back. Though with Krypto here, I'd hope they'd think twice.

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, I'm sure they'll be real interested in coming back while we're here and actually talking to us.

[clarklike]

Who wouldn't?

[he's shaking his head on this end, scratching Krypto behind the ears.]

If they did come back while we were here, I'd be worried.

[encryptedlock]

I wouldn't. They're obviously bullies who stick to the zone where they're most comfortable. God forbid they come in here where people could actually challenge them.

[clarklike]

I wouldn't be worried for us. I'd be worried for them, because some of us actually would challenge them.

[encryptedlock]

Okay, that's fair enough to see. Even if they are asking for it.