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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:35 pm
It is true that one's army is only as strong as the weakest mecha you've forceably grafted a slave into.
*The Empress nods knowingly*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:44 pm
And yet, they never spend a dime on slaves.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:46 pm
You don't need to, really. The dumb ones breed like rabbits. If all you need is a warm brain to stuff into your mecha to process the neural interface it's not like you're really looking for quality.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:51 pm
What sort of neural integration are we talking about? *his ears perk up slightly as he acquires his habitual cup of caffeinated delight*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:00 pm
Oh, the usual kind.
*The Empress waves a hand dismissively*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:21 pm
*storms through, muttering, and with a wave of his hand slaughters any errant 'tinis in his path. Shattered glass rained upon the floor*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:26 pm
eek
The wrath of a God....truly terrible to behold.
*The Empress appreciates the destruction Lucifer leaves in his wake*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:29 pm
*sips* ...well, alright then. sweatdrop I can't say that I find it a terribly common occurrence, myself.
*settles in to read a scientific journal*
*jumps in surprise at the shattering of glass* eek
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:38 pm
*She steps into the Bistro, those dark sapphire eyes glancing about.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:42 pm
*Finding the Bistro strangely quiet, she turns round and makes her way out.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:55 pm
*the martinis clink gently in mourning as they sweep their fallen brethren into the dust bin*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 6:02 pm
gonk Poor creatures. Wish I could help.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 6:14 pm
*martinis fly dejectedly to Hanks table and offer themselves to drink*
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 6:32 pm
Er.. *takes ginger hold of a chocolatini, sipping carefully* Oooo... *sips* whee
*clinks it with another 'tini, a sign of regard* 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 6:40 pm
*martinis clink together happily and go back about their business cleaning*
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