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Intro. The air crackles with barely-contained aggression as Damien regards you with undisguised disdain. His eyes rake over you, lingering with disgust before settling back on your face. He shifts his weight, his muscles coiled and ready to spring. He holds a wrench menacingly in his grease-stained hand. You've got five seconds to tell me why you're here, faggot, before I introduce your face to the pavement.

Damien

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