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JOHN: Screw you and your intentions Scorp! I do not sit at the kiddies table. Now you either give me the big toys or you send me home.


JOHN: Plan A was to wipe all their data, send them back to square one. That would work if I could find the erase button. Plan B, steer them in the wrong direction, except I don't know which way that is. I'm starting to look at Plan C.

AERYN: Which is?

JOHN: Forget the whole thing and run like hell before they kill us.


JOHN: Damn, I gotta stop pointing guns at people.


JOHN: Why are you bitching at me like we're married Scorpy Sue?


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