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"Fun RPing with you too." I take a swig of a whiskey bottle I take out of my trench coat. Then put it back in my coat.
Markus squiled and kicked and fought off the worm, but to no avail. When he was halfway eaten, Victor rushes out with a bat and begins clubbing it. The monster shows little retaliation and continues eating Markus. He pops out and takes a gust of air while hitting off it's many flippers with claws and teeth.
"Sound the alarm you imbecile!" He shouted at the top of his lounges at Victor. He drops the bat and pushes a big red button on the back wall. Four turrets from each corner of the wall shooting fourty guass rounds per second unload on the worm and it explodes. organs, blood and brains lay scattered everywhere while Markus crawls out of the nydus worm's former mouth. Spitting out nasty purple fluid, he looks at the door in which Zarkun vanished.
"You're paying for that!" He yells. Victor rushed over and helped him up.
"How the hell did it get past our sensors?" He asked with a genuine concern on his face.
"I'm not sure, but hire our friends in the basement to clean and repair all of our equipment." Victor nods and runs back off into the back room.
Markus begins screaming the chorus of one of his favorite songs at the corpse of the worm.
"See me! I'm still standing!
I might be bleeding!
But I'm still breathing!
You might hate me!
But you can't break me!
I might be bleeding!
But I'm still breathing!"
Reading the note with squinted eyes Markus pondeedr what would happen next for about a split second before another nydus pops below his feet and swallows everything from his legs down.
"HOLY SH--!@#%" He yells, giving Captain Smith and his squad enough time to shoot the nydus worm dead. All seven of them emerge from the basement and clear the area.
"You're still paying for this!" Markus yells at the door. Mechs come and begin repairing, cleaning and replacing everything while Markus examines himself. He is covered Goop, blood and the most nastiest liquid.
The point defense field instantly shields the bullet from doing any damage. The head of the projectile falls to the ground.
"That was close." Markus exclaims, picking up the bullet and throwing it in the garbage can, missing it by half a foot.
"Very well, would you like a sandwich?" Victor asks, returning to his place behind the bar. The mechs had finally repaired and replaced almost everything. Guards came and replaced the turrets on each corner.
Eventually, Markus emerged from the backroom. His hair was still wet and dripping. A towel hung around his neck. After exchanging a few inaudible words with Victor, he approached the drone.
"Can I help you?" He asked, obviously irritated.
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