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--ey you, get out of my--[muffled noises and a tazer to the head as a bot forcibly throws him out of the club and shuts the door in his face.] Damn bastards! That's my place you know!
[kicks the door and then looks a touch queasy as he remembers not to move. Oh, right. Wasn't he supposed to be... Picking up his comm, Greed dusts it off and looks at a very much so green around the gills, Tyki.]
Heh, well don't you look like death warmed over. At least you don't have to worry about getting sick again. The damn bots took everything!