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Mr. Russo didn't appreciate the atitude War gave off and desired to back hand. He disliked this constant demanding regarding what they needed. Mr. Russo enjoyed embarrasing and brutally beating these wierdos, but atlas grew bored and tiresome. War took a retreated step that caused Mr. Russo to raise one of his eyebrows. He approached closer toward War to see if their will be any cahnges as a shiver or tremble. I think the little bugger is scared of me!

Mr. Russo had knowledge that he had been wasting essential time in this room. He quickly grasped War by the neck. He lifted his body and stared deeply in his eyes. Mr. Russo talked heavily with teeth clenched and a thudering voice so the others can hear the message. "What planet are you freaks from!? Do you really expect to demand things at the very start!? Everyone will get what they want after the training procedure! END OF DISCUSSION!" He settled the volume of his voice lower. "We aren't even sure your going to survive."

Mr. Russo pushed War away by the a simple flick of his hand. He had no intention to smash War's body on the floor mostly because of someone else will be doing the honor. If War had tripped or stumbled, it'll be War's fault for poor balance. Mr. Russo didn't pay any attention to anyone and just spoke to Alexander again. "Alexander! We're running a little late. Send me a portal. That convict is already possibly whining, so go ahead and send him immediatly. Must be complaing about his craving for blood and hobby of snapping necks."

Mr. Russo sooner left, painting huge question marks onto the captives.
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Jake scratched his head. He became quite confused after the discussion. "Yeah...anyone else get that?" Jake asked. Jake began gathering all of his objects and stuffed them in his pockets for later consumption. His five minutes expired morphing his skin back to soft, and pale.