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[cheapbastard]

yeah, all right, i'm new here. please send your welcome wagon baskets of cookies to my room. i'm hungry.

( but that wasn't the reason he was putting himself out there now. he didn't really want to talk to this lot but seems like that was gonna have to be something he does.

so, he's making it happen. )

what i'm gettin from this place is that i can't go back to where i was, this place is in fuckin' space and those are actual fuckin' stars out there, and you lot like to get fucked up drunk sometimes.

( yes, he'd seen that post of yours, newton. seen it and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. )

so, since you lot are so ready to offer up advice, i got two things:

one, where can i get a fuckin' good drink?
two, where can i punch the shit out of something? or someone. volunteers? i'm definitely taking volunteers. come on, everyone's so helpful here, right?

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[kovach]

almost think they do that on purpose.

[ he might have had second thoughts on his if he'd been thinking more clearly. ]

we all made some kind of deal to be here.
the catch is we gotta pay our dues with grunt work to get it.

[ "grunt work". as if he didn't almost die in his last mission. ]

[cheapbastard]

yeah.
i remember the deal

i kinda regret
the one i made
seems too personal
now they know shit about me