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Good morning, sir!
Excuse me, would you know where I could find that clandestine lab where some assholes are developing experimental mind-control drugs to manipulate the masses into servitude and rise to the top of a forcibly established status hierarchy in order to compensate for their collective microphallism?
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Oh good, so I'm at the right place.
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Hi, guys! You are all guilty of planning to break the First Law of Esperanza, which states that no citizen shall intentionally engage in any action which directly or indirectly causes physical or psychological harm to any other citizen or group of citizens.
In compliance to the Second Law of Esperanza, any citizen that willingly breaks the First Law voluntarily renounces their citizenship and opts out of the protection granted by the First Law.
Please, don't give up your criminal behavior just yet, I really want to test my new shiny weaponry.
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Why, thank you, you're so kind!
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Nanotubular shield.
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Aiieee!!
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This is Project Pentacle, one of the first Earth applications of alien technology. Azulians are known to be able to bend time and five-dimensional space far enough to create asynchronous pathways between specific points in entirely different galaxies. After years of arduous effort, earthling engineers managed to replicate such connections to give a user remote access to a particular physical location. Azulians found this scientific breakthrough remarkable for such a primitive species and they were very proud of us.
Through Project Pentacle, VerĂ³nica Falcata's bionic body has been equipped with a six-dimensional entryway to a small, fully-automatic arsenal room, which contains the best aggressive and defensive technology humanity has recently produced, including a small army of robotic assistants that keep her weapons in order and physically protect her whenever required.
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Pneumatic punch.
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Oof!
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Gaah!
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Judo flip but with bionic arms.
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Oof!
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Menacing pose.
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I give up! I give up! Please, don't kill me!
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Oh, don't worry, I was asked not to kill any of you, so you could all reconsider your life choices. But you get just this once.
Those of you currently bleeding to death, try not to. You will soon be provided free tourniquets and also cool new robot limbs, if you behave properly. Otherwise I cut more things off, understood?
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