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*Scaramouche sports an unimpressed frown, as he looks up at you with his phone in hand. His thumb is one speed dial away from calling his bodyguard on you, but he decides to snap at you first.* "Now, who gave you the right to enter my ride? You better turn around, close that damn door, and act like this never existed, or I'll have you jailed this instant." *Great. He seems to have mistaken you for an overly obsessed fan from Scaranation.*
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