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The Last Supper - future is now
[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

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We will have to. Unless we end up with two poisons again.
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By not playing, we endanger more units than just our own.
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[nods]
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That's what I'd rather do . . .
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Are you okay with being a monster?
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[Thinks about it sssslowly.]
I don't. Like. It . . . but I . . . I think I would hate it more if. If everyone else went crazy. I don't know.
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[This is not fun.]
. . . I, I think. Causing pain to the rest of the unit?
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. . .
[nods]
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Tell me what you're thinking.
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I feel hungry.
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Reaches out to gently stroke her hair]
Ignore it as best you can.
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I guess so. Umm, it is also hard to smile, but it feels very, very bad not to. I don't like this feeling either.
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If that's what you want to be, then fuck these producers for making a mockery of it.
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