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[Phantom]

"Sorry, but I can't accept items, especially weapons. Due to the armory overflow because of the dead, no one really wants a new weapon."

[Something Evil]

*Amy stuffs the wrappers in a pocket, then wraps both arms around her fluffy foxie.*
A: "I like making my own food a lot more, anyway."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

C:"And I love your cooking too."
*Meanwhile, something very far away from the 'nid fleet is broadcasting something. Although, without a focus it's too faint to make out*

[Twi]

"Damn."
And Stephan starts scrounging...
"Well, lesse here... Knife. Nope. Little money, noted. Calculator...wait, when the hell did I have a calculator?"
Lo and behold, he has a calculator. Graphing, even.
"Not sure this'll be very useful, but it certainly isn't a weapon, at least."
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And food arrives. Thera digs in.

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*As does Yumi*

[Phantom]

"...
Okay, because I'm nice I'll lower the price to 400 if you give me the calculator. But, seeing as you don't have much in the first place, I'll give you a deal. I need some of these muggers removed, because, well, frankly they robbed every single person at this base by now. But I want them removed non-lethally, I don't kill over money."

[Keita]

*Keita starts work on wiring up the electrical guitar.*

[Twi]

"Hm. Who are these muggers you speak of, where are they, what do they look like, etc?"

[Phantom]

"Two guys, usually spotted by the helipads. The two usually speak in Afrikaans, and one tends to wear a ski mask. Nothing else very distinguishing of them otherwise, though, except for the lack of shoulder armor."

[Twi]

"Alright. A little fire ought to scare them off."
Stephen grins and goes towards the helipads to look for said people.

[Something Evil]

C:"And I love your cooking too."
*Meanwhile, something very far away from the 'nid fleet is broadcasting something. Although, without a focus it's too faint to make out*

*The hug gets a bit closer.*
A: "Then I'd better cook more often for you."

*Five Hiveships move in on an intercept course towards the signal. They wait. Tyranids are good at waiting.*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

C:"Mmm. That sounds like a good plan.. I'm starving lately"
*The signal continues, still faint*

[Keita]

*Keita takes the guitars and parts inside his shack.*

((I'm off for tonight folks, see ya tomorrow!))

[Phantom]

Lo and behold, they're already mugging a guy at gun point.
"Reg, 10,000 roebels? Dit is swak. Bring meer geld die volgende keer, cunt."
"Проваливай, мудак!"
Victim tries to get money back and gets gutshot. Thankfully, body armor.
((Translation: Right, 10,00 rubles? This is poor, bring more next time, cunt.
Piss off, asshole!))

[Tellemurius]

((wtf Phantom, ENOUGH WITH THE GODDAMN FOREIGN LANGUAGE NO ONE FUCKING UNDERSTANDS))