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[aint_comin_back]

[That string of Mandarin, whether one knows the language or not, conveys what Mal's thinking pretty obviously. Cursing is, of course, mostly in the tone, after all. He turns on the tablet with every intention of just addressing the populace at large with a fairly innocent question. That is, until he decides some shopkeep was trying to fleece him.]

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[playsforkeeps]

Sound like you could use a beer, mon ami.

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[aint_comin_back]

Ain't arguin' that.

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[playsforkeeps]

You lookin' fo' company?

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[aint_comin_back]

Ain't drinkin' properly if there's no company.

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[playsforkeeps]

True dat, homme. You got a place in mind?

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[aint_comin_back]

Usually end up in the Roadhouse. Pick Up Styx ain't bad, either.

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[playsforkeeps]

Name de place, homme, and Gambit be dere.

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[aint_comin_back]

Roadhouse. Twenty minutes. What's your poison?

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[playsforkeeps]

Bourbon. [He's buying? That suits Remy just fine.]

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[aint_comin_back]

It'll be waiting.