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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mimic" data-source="post: 1464532" data-attributes="member: 13569">Ben lets go of Brian and he lowers himelf to the ground, his back to the pavement. "Special powers huh? If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd wager you were a dream of some sort, but then again I don't usually dream of bald men in wheelchairs.""Ok, I'll bite." He says fishing around his jacket pockets, muttering to himself about the damage that was done to it. "Exactly what kind of powers are you talking about?" He brings out half a cigeratte, puts it to his lips and proceeds to light it. He pulls his arm away and finally gets a close look at his arm. "And while your at it, I don't suppose you could tell me, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY ARM."  As he says the last part Brian sits up straight, wincing slightly do to the strain on his ribs.</blockquote>