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Jaywing tilts his head to the side.
Jaywing "We wish to buy.. Quite a bit of titanium, although plutonium we don't need as much, tell us the price, we'll see that it gets paid."
Stripedfoot is glaring, his tail lashing.
Stripedfoot "Stars we once worshiped?" They created the tribe, They Protect us. In Every. Waking. Moment."
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