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"Mmm," He grunted in acknowledgment.  "Making your own destiny.  I dig it."  The corner of his mouth rose into a crooked grin just before she asked her next question.  Then the smile quickly faded.

"If I'm being honest, I'm scared shitless," he admitted, his face holding a solemn expression.  "My luck hasn't been great, my life has been a bit of a joke, and I'm in the deep end of the pool, hoping to survive with a dog paddle."  [i]Why am I saying this[/i], he thought.  Not his most motivating speech and certainly counterproductive from his original intention.  "[i]But[/i], while my solo act has been a little disappointing, I believe in [i]us[/i].  We're going to be stronger together.  I've got your back.  It's like Musketeers.  All for one, One for all." His grin return as he reflected on what he just said.  Slowly, however, confusion began to set back in.  "Did the Musketeers even have fuggin muskets?  Seems like they just sworded shit.  Swordeteers.  Sworders.  The Three Sword Dudes.  Whatever."  He shot out one of his middle fingers and willed it to grow out three and a half feet while uttering a [i]snikt[/i] sound from his mouth.  "We're gonna sword the fuck outta these drugged out douches."