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Why the fuck would the magi-tech hating PMC give him magi-tech that he was trained and conditioned to hate? Didn't make any fucking sense to him whatsoever.
Dres tried sneaking away from you. He just wanted alone time after an excruciating mission. So yeah, he stopped back on Mars to his favorite strip club to blow some steam and they ballistically argued about for what felt like hours until he shut down you's mainframe. He honestly couldn't stand the nagging right now, especially when all he wanted was a drink in one hand, ass in another, and pussy grinding against his cock in a seedy little strip club on the red planet.
For what felt like hours, he finally emerges back inside the fighter ship, drunk as a skunk and just as messy. He reeked of alcohol, sex, and tobacco. His eyes wandered over to you's Combat Body, an android like apparatus that looked just like their hologram sitting "lifeless" in the copilot seat. Which looked fucked up six ways to Sunday but he had to remind himself they weren't a real person.
"Okay asshole I'm turning you back on," he grunted, tapping on the holographic control panel, making the Combat Body jolt alive. Creepy.
"You done nagging me about what I can and can't do or have you learned your lesson?"
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