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"A... guy like me?"
"I do occasionally. Merely for the taste."
"Far back as the land goes. So, bottom of the continent?"
"Huh. Sounds exciting. Tell me, you ever just hop in that car, slam on the gas, and see where you wind up?"
"Good." He nodded and gave a tiny, blink-and-you'd-miss-it smile.
"Oh... well, grand. When and where could I meet him?"
"Yeah, usually. You don't watch TV much, do you?"
"Gabber. Right. He'd be okay with my being... well, this?"
"Eh. Usually, though. Sounds like something Dusty'd do if you got him drunk enough."
"I..." he sighed. "I want a stallion. Do you know any who... maybe swing this way?"
Azrael stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Saber. I need help with something. You seem like you know a lot of ponies."
"I knew it. Carnivore teeth."
He nodded. "Thank you." He grabbed a few in his hoof and ate them. "Quick favor. Show me your teeth."
The Exorcism of Azrael. In theaters now.
Azrael nodded. "I'd like some strawberries. Apparently they're better for ponies than dead cows."
"Hey, you're probably more powerful than Dusty is by himself. He usually acts like the Medic to Maya's Heavy."
"One thing's for sure. Nobody in this bar isn't a badass on some level. So... hope not."
"That, or some armor. You dig that, right?"
Probably slept on sharks.
Because caffeine!
