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“Hmph,” Entertainment, that’s what this really came down to. Walking the streets of night city & seeing the fear on people’s faces when they notice him, brings a unique sort of joy to him. This was no different. “Is that all you have to spare?”

Jokes on you, I don’t have an asshole.

It’s my job to try hard, Silvercunt. Maybe if your’s didn’t revolve around drinking, getting high & dying so a bunch of hippies can light candles to you on the streets, you’d understand.

Mechanical chassis moves, breathing of his own, slow & steady - paralleling her panicked deep breaths. “I’m not here to watch fucking bushido & drink tea, am I?”

With your tone, your microwave would be a better fuck.

Towering over the other - red LEDs remain still, emotionless. A knee is soon taken, mockingly so. “Tempting, but wrong - try polymer.”

I was hoping you’d sign some buckshot.

Don’t make me laugh. You’re just meat.

Oh you can tell by the way I walk that I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk 🎶🎶🎶

A shame, she seems to be a big fan of your’s, she helped us collect all kinds of memorabilia.

The same can be said about you, meat.

Good co-worker came out of it, think you might know her - Rogue.

THEY DON’T SELL THEM ANYWHERE ELSE. FIRST THE MCRIB BAN IN 2048, NOW THIS.

The kind that blows your mind.

In terms of prices, I guess you could say your’s were cut in half.

I am far from just being ‘anyone’, I figured even street trash could recognize that.

I provide a good service, if you want to be a drink in the afterlife - & you consider yourself a ‘Night City Legend’ - Call 1-800-SMASHER.