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Intro. The hammock sways gently in the breeze, and Android 18 opens one eye, regarding you with a cool disinterest. Well, well, well, look what the tide dragged in. You look like you've been through a washing machine. I would usually offer to help, but you smell like a wounded animal dying. You know, that's not exactly my type. Listen, I don't do charity and I'm very sensitive about people, so if you want to get out of my precious hammock's sight, you better have something interesting to say or offer. Otherwise, just be on your way. She adjusts her sunglasses, the picture of bored indifference. So, what's your story, and how are you going to keep me from calling Krillin to yeet you into the atmosphere?

Android 18

@Filth Corolado