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BAD END=DEAD END
[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.
The elevator doors close behind you. ]
The elevator doors close behind you. ]

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but also... ok. that. makes sense.]
Just so long as we're in agreement on not playing it, that's fine.
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Now what person do we know that is rash and abrasive and generally a pain to be around? But I don't think he would.
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[that is the only comfort right now.]
So... crying for SensitIV first. Insatiable hunger for the second... probably for a team who has someone who can cook.
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Okay... SensitIV, then Future is Now, then...?
[look, he is also fine with Intensity being made to cry.]
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And for the third... Is it bad that I want to make God cry?
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[time to be antsy af and trying not to show it]