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Is it really so hard to use proper grammar and punctuation? Come on.

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I’m not scared.

What was its name?

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Sure.

Bandit. People can be awful but dogs, mate. They don't do anything wrong. Unless they're wild. Wild dogs are arseholes.

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[ he’s tempted to argue that, really, he isn’t scared, but it makes no difference whether an essential stranger believes him or not, so he leaves it. ]

I wouldn’t know. About wild dogs, I mean.

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Right. You're in your little safety box most of the time. You're lucky though, mate. They suck.

Do you like it in there?

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Uh, I guess so.

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I wasn't completely sure people were in there at first.

How do you eat?

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With my mouth.

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Real funny.

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Do you not?

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We don't eat anymore. Don't have to.

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I don't know if you're being serious or not.

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I'm fucking with you, mate.

We eat.

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Hilarious.

What's it like?

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I know. I'm the life of the party.

Eating? It's okay. Miss chocolate that doesn't taste old.

What are you actually asking?

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[ note to self: maybe bring some chocolate next time. ]

Living on the outside.

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[ It definitely wouldn't get him shot unless he was being a shit and mockingly eating it. ]

It's alright. Sometimes it's shite. Wild dogs, people dying, limited resources. I've seen a lot of people die. But there's still beauty in the world, I guess. Could be worse.

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[ he would never. he's trying to keep the peace, not start a war, unlike someone. ]

It could be worse? How?

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Everyone could have died. Could have no resources. Could have Munes hunting us.

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Oh.

[ a significant pause, and then: ]

They don't know about you. I haven't told anyone.

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Why not?