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[color=d4af37][b]Location:[/b] Bar (Pour Judgement)[/color] [b]|[/b] [color=d4af37][b]Interaction:[/b] [@The Man Emperor][/color]

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[color=fff79a]"Who would have imagined that me being fired would be the thing that keeps me from being squashed by a giant women..."[/color]  There was a wave of seriousness.  A tsunami of calm sobriety.  It triggered anytime someone said something that mattered and gave Rafael pause.  This man, this associate, this friend... They exposed their belly leaned into a confession.

"[color=d4af37]You're altered, [i]too[/i],[/color]" Rafael concluded with a dumbfound sense of bewilderment.  "[color=d4af37]You... Okay, yes, I...[/color]"  His voice broke as he stopped himself to look over his shoulders, trying to quickly identify any eavesdroppers.  Satisfied, he leaned in closer and cupped his mouth once more.  What came out next was a horse, terribly smelling whisper.  "[color=d4af37]I'm altered, too!  No shit!  Hit by a GD vehicle at full speed and just walked it off.  Just walked it off, bro![/color]"  He shook his head, as if trying to let the cobwebs drop out so things could make sense again.

"[color=d4af37]Ayy![/color]' he stated loudly before muting his volume down once more.  "[color=d4af37]So what can you do, bro?  What super power gets you fired from Corporate America?[/color]"