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[booze]

[Xanxus has been bored out of his mind countless times on this ship, but this time... this is just ridiculous. The boat usually isn't this uneventful. To keep himself from going completely insane, he has decided that it's about time he puts his awesome weapon-making skills to work. The last masterpiece he made was his guns, and that was many years ago, but he still remembers the basics of weapon-making.]

Who wants custom weapons?

[This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, failboat.]

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[Text] Goddamnit I always forget to specify

[skinniest-too.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh! Here, right here!

Can you work with electrolasers? Or maybe -- oooh! I've always wanted an antimatter inducer...

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[booze]

[...Antimatter inducer, eh? That sounds like a challenge.]

I'll try, but don't expect it to be ready anytime soon.

[He'll need to go to the library and research this shit.]

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[skinniest-too.livejournal.com]

[It's from an alien king, what do you expect?]

I'm not going anywhere. None of us are, as far as I know.

[Do that. Textbook the shit outta that shit.]

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[booze]

[Well, maybe he would have been less surprised if he could actually see Mr. Alien King.]

True. I'll let you know when I'm done.

[He's going to do that, all right.]