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There's no time to waste.
We make our way through complex after Brotron blows a hole in the wall.
Shepherd in rot.
The scent of flesh holds a palpable taste in lung.

I see one of them over there, meandering.
A plasma blast to the throat should suffice, methinks inside.

All is fair in love and war.
We can commandeer its ship and ride into the ports.
Tell me you can drive this thing.
Some schematics you can ascertain.
Retrieve. Retrieve.
There's not a second we can chance to waste.

If there is time for fear, there's no time to fucking live.
Hold fast to our destination, the hangar is in sight.
We're getting off this planet, and the hangar doors are closing
Redirect their fire as the top is ripped from this transport.
"THIS SHIT IS A CONVERTIBLE"

There, I see a ship.
That's our ticket off this hellhole.
Departing now.

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