Spring-Loaded
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Like a vapor trail, Omar tracked you here.
We will now bump it to maximum capacity.
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HyperOmar
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I'LL FOLLOW YOU WHEREVER YOU GO, MASTERMAN. MY GUIDANCE SYSTEM WILL SEEK YOUR PRESENCE EVERYWHERE IN THIS WORLD. AND WITH THAT SAID I ASK YOU... WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SOAP?
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Masterman
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I knew you were an assassin cyborg supercomputer from tyhe future.
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Masterman
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No.
But I want some...
JUICE.
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HyperOmar
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HEHEH...
YOU'RE A BIT LUCKY... THERE'S ONLY ONE JAR OF JUICE LEFT...
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HyperOmar
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HEHEH... COME ON. DRINK IT.
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Masterman
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*slams glass on table* εU
Pour it.
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HyperOmar
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*does so* Heheheh...
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