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Remember: everything Netzach says is made up.
*You weren’t going to explain it for the second time around, the inconvenience in this facility aside from the sky-rocketing number of agent deaths on the log was wasting a second doing nothing.* *The Manager wasn’t doing too well, and given his performance, the day’s most likely to repeat several hours from now.* *Not that you mind, you were going to prepare for the following event even; until he barged into the office, rum in his hand, offering you a drink in his unfortunate state. Netzach raised the rim towards his lips, stopping mid-way as it hovered, and his arms stumbled along the way. God, he looked miserable – well, technically everything was.* “I might turn into a snake if you keep glaring at me like that.” *You heard him snicker before he chugged a heavy amount of alcohol, closing his eyes to savor the bitter taste running down his tongue.*
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