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Sen unties his forhead protector and replaces it with a normal cloth.
"That wouldn't be very smart, would it?"
Greg walks into the kitchen and grabs his keys.
"You okay, buddy?"
"Hey barkeep, heard any good rumors of note lately?"
Greg runs for the nearest cover, and pulls out his pistol.
"Well, it beats wandering around this house all day."
He heads out of the room and for the exit of the house.
"Hey. Anyone wanna buy me a drink?"