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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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I start relaying info back to HQ. “Yo, we need rescue boats, ASAP!” But the radio’s all static-y. Ugh! I’m yellin’ into the mic like it’s gonna help. “Can you hear me?!” I swear, if I had a yen for every time I had to repeat myself, I’d be rich.

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