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[Tellemurius]

"Right then"
*makes the adjustments to the armor*
"Do you need any grenades or weapons?"

[Vorthon]

*Vorthon wanders around depressed.*

*Nysa wanders over.*

"What's gotten into him?" she says, pointing in Vorthon's direction.

[The Merchant Of Menace]

"Um..."

[Taricus]

((Are Clay and Amity in the workshop?))

[Tellemurius]

((yes))

[Taricus]

((Taric's there aswell))

"I see you've got your assistant Clay"

[Tellemurius]

"Mind her well then, she's not on a leash"

[Vorthon]

"Mind her well then, she's not on a leash"

((*Facepalm*))

[Tellemurius]

((you had to think like that didn't you >_>))

[Taricus]

"I overheard Amity's concerns. don't worry, you won't be leaving the vehicle"

[Vorthon]

((you had to think like that didn't you >_>))

((No, you pervert. Think about it. A mentally unstable person probably wouldn't take that comment so well.))

[Taricus]

((We're mentally stable  ))

[Tellemurius]

((Pervert? thats the only other reason why you would raise questions about the comment))

[Vorthon]

((We're mentally stable  ))

((But Amity isn't...)

[Taricus]

((Pyro quarian who just lost his girlfriend.))