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Vasquez: [after barely surviving the LARP’ers surprise attack] Okay. We have several canisters of red paint. I say we go back in there and paint splash the whole fuckin’ group.
Hicks: It’s worth the try, but we don’t know if that’s gonna affect them.
Hudson: Let’s just bug out and call it even, man! What are we even talking about this for?
Ripley: I say we take off and shut down the entire game area from the outside. It’s the only way to be sure.
Hudson: Fuckin’ A!
Burke: Hold on a second. This game area has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can *bill* me.
Burke: Okay, I know this is an emotional moment for all of us. I know that. But let’s not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly LARP’ers we’re dealing with and I don’t think that you or I, or *anybody*, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
Ripley: Wrong.
Vasquez: Yeah, watch us.
Hudson: Maybe you haven’t been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!
Burke: Look. I’m not blind to what is going on, but I cannot authorize that kind of play. I’m sorry.
Ripley: Well, *I* believe that Game Master *Hicks* has authority here.
Burke: *Game Master* Hicks has…?
Ripley: This operation is under roleplayer jurisdiction and Hicks is next in the chain of command. Am I right, Game Master?
Hicks: Yeah… yeah, that’s right.
Burke: Yeah… look, Ripley, this is a million dollar gaming area. He can’t make that kind of decision. He’s just a player!
Burke: [to Hicks] Uh, no offense.
Hicks: None taken.
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