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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6505677" data-attributes="member: 4936">&quot;Ten THOUSAND?&quot; wailed Death Otter. &quot;That's barely enough for a decent three-d PRINTER! You know what? Just put the cuffs back on. DO IT!&quot; She held her hands out, wrists together. &quot;That's what this is. NO DON'T REALLY DO IT ARE YOU CRAZY?!&quot;She yanked her hands back and stalked away, then came back and opened her mouth...and then closed it again and went to the van to get her meager things with a thunderous fuming ragepout. The cot's frame made a hideous scraping noise as she dragged it over the floor of the old church, and then CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK when she found the stairs down to the basement level and draaaaagged it down.Then there were various crashing noises and grunts of effort as she shoved loose debris around and made whatever kind of nest Death Otters made. One day perhaps a beautiful little hacking server room would flower there, ready to fire off spurious DDOS attacks and blanket email spams laden with viri. For now it just had a cot, a box of knickknacks, some clothes, and a sullen and angry Otter.She emerged a little while later wearing the black clothes provided, and looking a little calmer. Or as calm as she ever looked at least. &quot;Okay. Store. Stuffed...whatever.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 6505677, member: 4936"] "Ten THOUSAND?" wailed Death Otter. "That's barely enough for a decent three-d PRINTER! You know what? Just put the cuffs back on. DO IT!" She held her hands out, wrists together. "That's what this is. NO DON'T REALLY DO IT ARE YOU CRAZY?!" She yanked her hands back and stalked away, then came back and opened her mouth...and then closed it again and went to the van to get her meager things with a thunderous fuming ragepout. The cot's frame made a hideous scraping noise as she dragged it over the floor of the old church, and then CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK when she found the stairs down to the basement level and draaaaagged it down. Then there were various crashing noises and grunts of effort as she shoved loose debris around and made whatever kind of nest Death Otters made. One day perhaps a beautiful little hacking server room would flower there, ready to fire off spurious DDOS attacks and blanket email spams laden with viri. For now it just had a cot, a box of knickknacks, some clothes, and a sullen and angry Otter. She emerged a little while later wearing the black clothes provided, and looking a little calmer. Or as calm as she ever looked at least. "Okay. Store. Stuffed...whatever." [/QUOTE]

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