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<blockquote data-quote="Agamon" data-source="post: 1615068" data-attributes="member: 184">Los Angeles&quot;That's a rhetorical question, right?&nbsp; Kinda like asking if I'd like to drink bleach?&quot;A monitor blares the live press conference from the East Coast.&nbsp; Three sets of eyes watch the proceedings, and at least two of them are not impressed.&quot;Goddamn punk,&quot; Strafe says, glaring at the screen.&nbsp; &quot;I don't believe it.&nbsp; Bad enough we have to deal with another frickin' American Pussies, but they had to put those damned BioGen rejects on the roster.&nbsp; That just burns my ass.&quot;Random watches the screen with mixed emotion, scratching the nape of his neck.&nbsp; &quot;Huh.&nbsp; So that's what she was going to New York for.&quot;Sandstone, the sand of her skin shifting about ever so slightly as she sits, simply glares at the monitor, her gaze intensifying when the camera pans over Miguel.Random shrugs, looking at Strafe.&nbsp; &quot;Oh well, we'll just have to deal.&nbsp; We've gotten by with American Freedom around for the past three years, this doesn't change anything.&quot;&quot;That's not the point.&nbsp; I was so looking forward to the ass-whoopin' they had comin'.&nbsp; That ain't happinin' now that they're America's freakin' sweethearts...&quot; Strafe pauses, staring at the screen, before a smirk slowly begins to grow on his lips...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Agamon, post: 1615068, member: 184"] [b]Los Angeles[/b] [I]"That's a rhetorical question, right? Kinda like asking if I'd like to drink bleach?"[/I] A monitor blares the live press conference from the East Coast. Three sets of eyes watch the proceedings, and at least two of them are not impressed. "Goddamn punk," Strafe says, glaring at the screen. "I don't believe it. Bad enough we have to deal with another frickin' American Pussies, but they had to put those damned BioGen rejects on the roster. That just burns my ass." Random watches the screen with mixed emotion, scratching the nape of his neck. "Huh. So that's what she was going to New York for." Sandstone, the sand of her skin shifting about ever so slightly as she sits, simply glares at the monitor, her gaze intensifying when the camera pans over Miguel. Random shrugs, looking at Strafe. "Oh well, we'll just have to deal. We've gotten by with American Freedom around for the past three years, this doesn't change anything." "That's not the point. I was so looking forward to the ass-whoopin' they had comin'. That ain't happinin' now that they're America's freakin' sweethearts..." Strafe pauses, staring at the screen, before a smirk slowly begins to grow on his lips... [/QUOTE]

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