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>Gamma, Bond with RBA
Hey, a mutual friend, and Gamma is one of your best employees when it comes to Bond. He goes in there without much of a fuss.
The red demon is busy doing push ups on the gore-soaked floor.
Gamma sighs and snaps his fingers at the workout focused anomaly.
γ: Yo. Wanna chat real quick, I'm gonna make it snappy for the both of us.
γ: It's about Delta. He ain't doing too hot so I felt like you would be the second best thing.
This instantly grabs the attention of the demon, who promptly stops working out and sits down.
ANOMALY: Speak, freakshit. Whichever one you are.
<span class="mu-i">You all look the same, in your fancy suits and ties. Disgusting.</span>
γ: Cool. So, Delta came in here huffing and foaming at the mouth.
γ: Dude was furious at all of the talking he had to do with this one anomaly we had to get.
γ: A lotta legal shit, a lotta blabbing, and I'm 95% sure he wasn't joking when he said he couldn't read.
ANOMALY: Good. There are three things that every good American should hate. Commies, Lawyers, and Freakshits.
ANOMALY: Well, I suppose except for Delta. He's good enough to be one of us.
γ: Dude, he IS like you. Keeps spouting on about Jesus Christ and football and stuff like that.
<span class="mu-g">The demon shows all of his amazingly sharp teeth. Both threatening and friendly at the same time.</span>
ANOMALY: Heh! Of course he would believe in Christ. So much more believable than whatever nonsense you keep blabbering about.
ANOMALY: Glad to see he didn't let those money grubbing lawyer fucks rot his brain.
γ: Well, him being pissy kinda stopped him from talking to you.
γ: Speaking about that. Didn't you want to ask him something?
The demon's smile loses that friendly air to it and is now <span class="mu-r">pretty much a toothy maw ready to bite down on something.</span>
ANOMALY: Yea. I've been watching you freakshits all this time and I gotta say, I used to fucking loathe this place. Wanted to break out but all of this new nonsense distracted me from it.
ANOMALY: But now I'm...getting used to it. I still get into fights. I still get into wars. Yet I don't have to worry about anything.
ANOMALY: No job. No responsibilities. This is, well, just pure and utter carnage.
The anomaly hisses out something. Neither you or Gamma can make it out.
ANOMALY: <span class="mu-b">I think I'm on the edge of something, you know? To become something far more fitting to pure and utter carnage.</span>
γ: What's holding you back, man? We can try helping you out.
ANOMALY: I want to know that you freakshits deserve my might. <span class="mu-r">I'll finally break out of here. I will rip that flimsy door open.</span>
Gamma nervously laughs.
ANOMALY: Not now. But soon. And if you can stop me and put me back in this prison?
ANOMALY: <span class="mu-b">Well, you might be worthy of my might.</span>
γ: Duty noted! Riiight, I'm going to...talk to my boss about that, yeah.
Gamma slowly exits. The anomaly goes back to doing pushups.
<span class="mu-i">A final test of might. May the strongest win.</span>
