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He shot her a death glare. "I spent thirty years, mind raped, control ripped from my hooves, killing and maiming ponies who did not deserve harm....
Raven rolled her eyes. "Right. I guess I'll have room start learning the brain penatrators' customs then."
"Sounds like none of my business."
Maya glanced at the paper. "Sort of. Why, though? They talking about diamond dogs over there or something?"
Asmo hopped through after her. "Hopefully something worksafe."
"Surely you understand why I've a bit of a prejudice. Imagine you were repeatedly violated by diamond dogs for years. Would you not then come to...
"That's gonna take some getting used to," Raven commented, following her.
"There's a Metal shop? Let's go there!"
"...as I was saying, Nightshade. I have thought this over. I may never get used to it, but I will put up with it, for her sake exclusively."
"Well, I want a guitar that's also an axe. Wherever I'll find that."
Azrael narrowed his eyes. "It may take years for me to accept your kind after what happened. And I may never be used to associating with you..."
"Yeah. I've got a feeling they have a thing I'm looking for."
"I do want that yellow thing, but I'd have to talk to the old folks about keeping a pet around their place. We can come back for it later."
Azrael growled. "As if I've anything to say to you." Asmo walked over to the two. "Kids. Play nice."
Asmo nodded. "Sure. Go get him."
"A distraction?" Maya frowned. "Don't tamper with my stuff. Me or Dusty can add it."
Azrael nodded. "Yes. Next time, do ask." Maya sighed. "I'll let it slide 'cause you made my little bat happy."
Azrael walked up right behind Neo, looking down at him. "You wouldn't be breaking that, now, would you?" "We have metal on the machine already,"...
"Riiight. Well, there's a more serious thing: you kinda ditched work Sunday, mid-shift." She set the bag down behind her register.
"First, here's your weekend pay." Maya passed her a bag of 500 Bits.
