Foetsch crossed his arms and contorted his face into a disapproving scowl. Nope. Won't do it. Not going to work with slaves. The only way you're going to get me to work on your friggin' suit is if you free these people to Coalition custody immediately, or they volunteer for the work. Foetsch stared directly into the eyes of Death Runner.
If not? Then game over, man. Game over. Get someone else. Foetsch said, sauntering over to one of the close walls, and leaning up against it, adjusting his glasses, and dusting the orange off of his pure-white labcoat.
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