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"To protect myself. I'm not much for running." ~~~~~~ "So... You have your answer?" Navaja asked with anticipation.
"Well, most ponies would be wise not to try and chase a four hundred pound zombie." ~~~~~~~ Navaja shrugged. "Snoop around the ship for...
"And fear is an excellent tool against the less hardened among us. Also, welcome."
Awesomeness.
"Hah, indeed. Back from the dead, to show these foals how fighting works."
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"That question doesn't really matter. Because I'm now planning on going back."
"Ex?" Azrael chuckled. "If I recall correctly, Nightshade and I won."
"You might as well. I've heard you practice the roles you take on. I can show you how it's done."
"And... we have Cannonball Run and Azrael the Dead Pony." "We would make an amazing tag team," Azrael mused.
"I trust that between all of us, we'll be fine."
"Perhaps nopony ever leaves because it's just so amazing," Navaja theorized. "That's what they keep saying, right? Nopony ever returns?"
"Quite unfortunate. Though I don't expect the next trip to be just before an important holiday."
"Impressive. How is that even possible?"
"Good. I'd swim home before I missed her birthday."
"Hopefully you don't mean as soon as we return," Azrael said before downing his tankord. "I would love to go back home at some point."
"Salud!" Navaja raised his glass, and clicked theirs together. "A multilingual toast? Kenpai." Azrael raised his tankord.
"Then I believe I would enjoy a glass, señor." "I'll have a tankord," said Azrael. "If that's not too much to ask."
"That was indeed a booze emergency," Azrael confirmed. "I don't suppose you also keep a secret stash of red wine around?" Navaja asked.
Azrael smirked. "I'm joking. I found a bottle of bourbon and helped myself to a few swigs. I have no idea who left it there, but I do hope they...
