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Quote: from admiralducksauce on 4:20 pm on June 8, 2005
Artis repeats to the pilots what he hears over the radio:

"You all everybody simmer fucking down!"

The broken Rusglish temporarily confuses the chopper crew, but nevertheless passifies any malicious intentions they might have had. A couple of nods in the direction back towards the helipad and a few angry gunpointing gestures on Artis' part gives the pilots enough direction to make them turn around and head for the building.

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An equally confused scene emerges as Peter swears and swings his revolver about the rooftop like a man possessed. The chopper is heard approaching with the remaining guards on dropping their weapons but not falling into any sort of passive stance. It's a surreal moment, but the effects of a persistent, unending gunfight does crazy shit to people.

"Alright, everybody, I've got two dozen penetration wounds, am hopped up on a whole box of over-the-counter painkillers, and this revolver is loaded with the newest in Kevlar-dissing, Spectra-demolishing ammunition. So if anyone cares for a hot lead enema, make a move. Puh-lease."

Peter swings the gun around.

"Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?"

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Quote: from Gatac on 4:38 pm on June 8, 2005
"Alright, everybody, I've got two dozen penetration wounds, am hopped up on a whole box of over-the-counter painkillers, and this revolver is loaded with the newest in Kevlar-dissing, Spectra-demolishing ammunition. So if anyone cares for a hot lead enema, make a move. Puh-lease."

Peter swings the gun around.

"Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?"

-FADE TO BLACK-