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Yay! I was hoping there'd be another one of these stories. I love this!!!!
I wanna be a gunsmith/weapons maker. I want to be honest but dreadfully sarcastic with a "don't fuck with me" attitude/reputation. My shop to be guarded by Solo, the dreaded white fluffy Planet Terror type gun-paw dog of the future.
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"There is no fuckin' ice cream in your fuckin' future." -Otis
"Once in a while ya get shown the light, in the strangest of places if ya look at it right." -RH&JG
"Do your best, fuck the rest." -Me
"Onward, through the fog..." -Me
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