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[teutonictraitor]

[[Well, Guntram hasn't been doing badly so far since he arrived. Much to his displeasure, his drone wife respawned, at which point he locked her in the basement just to keep her out of his hair. Drone!son has respawned as well, and soon joined his mother in the basement. Guntram was more than a little confused by the box top thing that turned up in

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[fearthefool]

M'sieur Doktor, may I interest you in a business venture?

Oh this is not going to end well.

[teutonictraitor]

Hmm. Vhat sort of venture, Herr? [[Curious Medic is curious.]]

*evil lighnting*

[fearthefool]

I have in my foyer a little booklet that advertises a number of personal belongings that went missing when I arrived. Have they given you one, as well?

[teutonictraitor]

Ja. My uniform is zhe first zhing I desire back--followed by eizher my Blutsauger or my Ubersaw, of course.

[defreezes]

[not discreetly enough for his eyes, pal. how does snake justify going to the store and lurking around in the breakfast aisle? intelligence gathering. he genuinely doesn't have a desire to partake in this craziness, but he is curious to see how others are handling it, or if anyone is actually that stupid to fall for it to begin with.

he's standing close by, pretending to look through the various bland boxes. totally not staring at you out of the corner of his eye.]

[teutonictraitor]

[[He'll be staring right back. Guntram didn't avoid getting backstabbed so much by being unobservant, you know.]]
[[After a second or two, he'll frown because Snake won't. stop. staring.]]

Can I help you?

[unless_itsafarm]

You're not actually gonna FALL for this, are you doc?

[teutonictraitor]

I zhink it may at least be worth checking out. If I had my veapons, zhen ve vould heff more firepower zhan zhe BLUs, correct?

[unless_itsafarm]

Let me tell you a little something about this town, doc. EVERYTHING has a catch. It's like the whole goddamned town is ran by SPIES! I wouldn't trust a word of what's on that paper.

[teutonictraitor]

True. But vould you razher heff an Uber at your back, or a Medic wizh a kitchen knife?

[[Or, in this case, a table lamp.]]