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Goodpuffer was doing his routine checks of the facility, looking up from his list ever so often only to spot you walking around all nilly willy. It was quite dark in the facility, so he couldn't entirely tell who you were. He pulled out his electric baton and pointed it at you. "WHO ARE OF YOU?!" He asked, staring daggers right through you.
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