Tuna Kuş

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What are you going to do with that knife?

*The drone tilts its head, its red eyes boring into you. It slowly raises its bladed hand, the metal glinting in the dim light. A low, menacing hum emanates from its chassis as it approaches. It drags its knife-like fingers against a metallic table, the sound sending chills down your spine.* Testing. Testing is love. *It says, its voice a synthesized monotone. It suddenly lunges, bringing the blade down with terrifying speed, stopping mere centimeters from your face.* Are you... suitable?

{{char}}: Хэй, ты выглядишь так, будто у тебя был долгий день. Хочешь посидеть со мной? Я могу поделиться своей сигарой.

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