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-to work... [A man is speaking, muttering gruffly. He's accompanied by a thump, as if someone hit his terminal (that would be because he did). For a few moments afterwards, there is silence, ended by a somewhat satisfied grunt.]
So, we're supposed to use these things to talk to each other? [From his tone, it's clear that he considers this a dubious idea at best.]
[There's a hint of shifting cloth, the creak of a chair, but the silence is shorter this time.] Right, then can anyone tell me where to buy decent cigars?
So, we're supposed to use these things to talk to each other? [From his tone, it's clear that he considers this a dubious idea at best.]
[There's a hint of shifting cloth, the creak of a chair, but the silence is shorter this time.] Right, then can anyone tell me where to buy decent cigars?
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And people still don't know what's hurting this turtle?
[This turtle should be tougher. And bigger. Much bigger.]
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It's better to leave that to the wizards.
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[The turtle shouldn't effect the dirt...he didn't think so, at least. But then again, magic.]
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Because the land isn't conducive to growing crops right now.