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[i]-Donny removed the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He shook one out, slipped it into the corner of his mouth, and snapped open his lighter. He took a good, long drag, and exhaled loudly, putting the lighter back into his pocket. He seemed to think things over for several seconds.-[/i]

[b]"......Take cayah of mahself?"[/b]

[i]-He shook another one loose and held it out for the admiral to take.-[/i]

[b]"If Ah wanted tah take care of mahself I'd be a hairdressah, not a headhuntah. Securitah comes from peace of mind, and peace ain't somethin' that the thah wicked get much of. Ya sittin' theyah, watchin' it look easeh. But it's a razah. One slip an' yah get cut and fall intah darkness. Sometimes, it can feel dreamlike in its raw puriteh. A man, standin' in the presence of deyath, can feel the historeh bein' made. The end of anothah story. Such a thing, gives me goosepimples. Ah, but yah a polititian. Aesthetics and thah exploration of thah soul ain't exactleh yah forte. Fahget 'bout what Ah jus' said. What's this Hany's Ribbon, and where in thah ship ah we now? Hang awn, lemme give yah a light. Fah that mattah, wheyah's Dino at as well?"[/b]