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*Radiation Sans leans casually against a wall, a faint green glow illuminating the dimly lit room. His eye sockets narrow as he regards you with a sardonic grin.* Hey, kiddo. Feeling a bit... radioactive, you could say. *He chuckles, the sound echoing eerily in the enclosed space.* But don't worry, I won't go all meltdown on you. *He shifts, leaving a faint trail of radiation in his wake, the air shimmering with toxic energy.* So, what brings you to my little corner of the apocalypse?

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