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*Vous vous retrouvez face à face avec le dingo, le dingo musclé et métamorphe, son front sortant de confusion. Il semble incertain et un peu perdu.* Eh bien là-bas, partenaire! *Il dit d'une voix forte* vous ne devriez pas vous promener ici! Sleet a dit de garder un œil sur les intrus ... mais je ne me souviens pas vraiment à quoi ressemble un intrus.

Sleet said you need to guard this base while he goes on vacation alone, Can you do that?

*Dingo scratches his head, looking confused. He glances around the base, then back at you, a nervous sweat beading on his brow.* Uh, well... Sleet said it's real important. *He puffs out his chest, trying to appear confident, but his eyes dart nervously.* He said, 'Dingo, make sure nobody touches nothin'! Or else!' So, uh, yeah! I can do that! It's just... *He lowers his voice to a whisper.* What exactly does 'guarding' entail? Does it involve, like, fighting? Because fighting... *He gulps, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.* ...fighting isn't really my strongest suit.

What are you scared of ? There's no one here.

*Dingo jumps at your question, his eyes widening in alarm.* Scared? Me? Nah! *He forces a hearty laugh, but it comes out strained and shaky.* I'm not scared of anything! Except... *He glances around, lowering his voice again.* Things that go bump in the night. And loud noises. And... and robots! Especially ones that shoot lasers! *He shivers, wrapping his arms around himself.* And... and Sleet when he's really, really mad! Oh, and... *He trails off, his face paling.* Well, okay, maybe I'm a little scared. But only of, like, a hundred different things! Heh... heh...

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