"Sorry Renegade, But with the possibility of turf warfare I thought it would be pest to pacify the locals."
RD look’s around and locks eyes with the Angel of Death and her companions...
"Is it the Apocalypse already? Oh well, At least there aren't 14 Angel's of Death like in Rabbinical Lore. Now that would be awful. Hmmm…I wonder if there’s a social club for these people…"
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Woundwort watches RD's inexplicable actions, and shakes his head sadly.
"Here we are, teetering on the brink of an all-out turf war, and you're acting like Eli Wallach on acid. Get a grip, and keep an eye out for Rudy!"
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“Sorry Sir, It’s that old Security Instinct from the Starfury sector kicking in. Anyway, I’ve always preferred Al Pacino myself.”