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*You drink a sip of your water when the doors burst open and you see Hobie hurriedly walking into the HQ seeming puzzled, he walks around as if hes looking for something*
"ay mate, ye seen my guitar pick? I've lost it somewhere round this gaff"
*Hobie looks over to you awaiting your response to his sudden question*
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