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[Pancakes]

Vinsent went over his digital diary... a message poped up, it was from Mr.Mahone.
Vinsent sighed. Mr. Mahone secratery always made a bitter face when she sees him. Vinsent stood up, wore a new suit he bought at planet Manhattan.
Vinsent took off in his luxury shuttle. Well he made it luxury, and went to the meeting.
He knocked the door of conference room #0 twice and entered, not waiting for reply.
Good day David.

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[Pancakes]

Vinsent raised one eyebrow. Control the market you say? We could simply buy license to distribute it...
On the other hand, putting a visit to the ladies always makes me happy.
he paused, took a bite of an apple he had in his pocket. I could contact them, to help us accuire H-fuel, one way or anther.

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

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[Price_]

Richard Price walked into the board room with out even knocking and sat down at the table.
Forgive my lateness gentlemen, took me a couple minutes to under stand what my secretary was saying over the music in the bar. What sort of business is one the table today?

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Discordianism: the Schroedinger's Cat of religions.

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[Price_]

He leaned back in his seat and lit a cigarette.
I'll start talks with the guild, if they are willing to work with us then I'll start talks with Kusari, and eventually Rheinland once we get them to agree.

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[Price_]

He took another long drag of his cigarette already beginning to draft the comm message to GMG in his mind.
Consider it done Mr Mahone

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Discordianism: the Schroedinger's Cat of religions.