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[color=6ecff6][i]"S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros - la terre en pr--"[/i][/color]

"Frenchman, if you have nothing better to do, some aid would be appreciated."

[color=6ecff6][i]Oho! My second favorite sentence![/i][/color]

"Those Balls could be more useful doing something instead of just hanging there."

[color=6ecff6][i]OHO! My [b]favorite[/b] sentence![/i][/color]

Floating not too far away from the corpse of another Zaku variant, Dallas finally allowed his singing to taper down into a whisper, and then cease entirely. The mobile suit pilot that had just requisitioned his help sounded positively [i]scornful,[/i] and what's more, she seemed completely tone deaf to the possible innuendo laced into her own words. He couldn't even [i]pretend[/i] to hear the faintest hint of fun in her voice. Something made him doubt it had ever been there in her life.

The thought was exciting enough to make him grin.

There was nothing in the world that made him happier than satisfying an aloof woman.

[color=6ecff6]"Sure."[/color]

There. Nice and to the point. He didn't [i]have[/i] to give her a headache.

[color=6ecff6]"But when this is over, and you're alive because of me, I'm gonna want your name, doll."[/color]

But he [i]wanted[/i] to.

Nonetheless, Dallas released his Balls, both pods maneuvering deftly through the asteroid field and scanning for the Zaku in question.