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Travis had been busy fighting with a last few parts when Bif walked in, sporting a stangely innocent expression. The gunner wasn't in a good mood -- he almost always got frustrated when the parts he had didn't work and the parts that would work he didn't have. He had been hoping to get one last spike into working order to gleam a few extra credits, but he threw the divice against the wall in temper. The man glowered up at Bif.
"Yeah?"
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