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[sleight_of_hand]

You never hear of a Mars Bar, chocolate?

What kind of poor, deprived world are you from?

[generalgrievous]

That is not for me to say here.

[The question makes him angry since his world has indeed suffered and so it takes him a while to manage a civil reply. He's taking that way too seriously yet knows secrecy has to be maintained for now.]

[sleight_of_hand]

boooooooooo

you're no fun

Well, whatever.

Don't really need your services anyway.

Even if I wasn't already a good shot before I got here, this place decided to improve that.

[generalgrievous]

Everyone could use some extra training.

Even those who like to play the fool.

[sleight_of_hand]

I'll take your word on that~

[generalgrievous]

You should speak to Antares.

[sleight_of_hand]

Why? Made it pretty clear I don't need it.

[generalgrievous]

Are you a perfect killing machine?

[sleight_of_hand]

No one's perfect, chocolate.

But if I had to use perfect for myself, it'd be perfect investigator.

[generalgrievous]

We shall see.

[generalgrievous]

Training session here