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Suddenly, the man with his arm in a sling stands up. He points to Sephi with his good arm and screams, That's him! He's the one who broke my arm! As a veritable army of angry patrons stands up, weilding their clubs, Sephi backs up against the door, wimpering for help. There were at least twenty of them, maybe more, and Sephi knew that he wasn't good enough to take them on by himself. Then suddenly, he remembers something. Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a bottle labeled 'for emergency use only'. Well, this is a pretty big damn emergency.
[This message has been edited by SSJ4Sephiroth (edited 10-29-2001).]
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