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Laura uncloaks in the seat next to Zarkun, slumped forward, and propped up on her elbow, groaning. She pulls out her handgun and loads it, placing it next to her head, and sighing, pulling the trigger and watching as her brains are shot out all over Mecha, and as she slumps forward and goes limp, the brain matter and the blood begins to crawl back towards the wound, eventually returning to her and closing the wound, causing her to twitch and sneeze, jolting her awake. Her gun lays next to her on the seat, and she picks it up and holsters it. She looks at Zarkun and leans back, looking a little bit dazed but still alert. "I'll have some Pizza, I suppose. Andy's drink shouldn't affect me... so I'd like to try it out as well... Just a glass of it, normal Cheese, nothing on it... please."
Edited by SlnderBurito on 1/12/2013 11:04 PM PST
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