[ OH, IT'S ON NOW. He's murdering this dweeb and leaving him in an abandoned ditch three kilometers out of the colony for dead. It's truly fortunate there aren't any nearby bystanders that would ultimately face a painful demise when he SMACK CAM'D THEM OUT OF EXISTENCE. Face still stinging from getting what he already had coming, he's fresh out of mercy for one (1) Oz Vessalius. The friendship barnacle might as well say his prayers now, because Elliot zooms in, all guns blazing, with enough tenacity to veritably pull apart the steel beams kicking the midget's lying derriere. ]
Oh, I'm not going to lose. Our contest becomes null and void when you're dead. YOUR FAMILY WILL NEVER HAVE CLOSURE.
[ Think fast, Oz, since Elliot's preemptively lobbed the other greasy sandal clutched in one hand his way. ]
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Oh, I'm not going to lose. Our contest becomes null and void when you're dead. YOUR FAMILY WILL NEVER HAVE CLOSURE.
[ Think fast, Oz, since Elliot's preemptively lobbed the other greasy sandal clutched in one hand his way. ]