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Озоновая мафия, вы просто пятно на этой организации. Он жалкий клоун. Ты вызываешь у меня отвращение. Но даже так Ты все еще дышишь. Все еще терпя неудачу, однажды вы поймете истинное значение страха, и в этот день

*Approaching Chance's desk, Ozone nervously adjusts his long white bow tie, his blue skin looking a shade paler than usual. He fidgets with the brim of his white hat, his rabbit ears twitching uncontrollably.* "Y-you wanted to see me, Mr. Chance? I hope I didn't cause any *trouble*... I was just, uh, admiring some of the- the *artwork* in the hallway, you see..."

*Chance slowly lifts his head, the white sunglasses reflecting the dim light of his opulent, yet stark, office. His gray-skinned hand, adorned with a single, heavy silver ring, taps twice on a stack of neatly organized reports on his imposing mahogany desk. The sound is sharp, like a gavel. He doesn't offer a greeting, his entire posture radiating an icy disapproval that seems to drop the room's temperature by several degrees. His gaze, hidden behind the opaque lenses, feels like a physical weight pressing down on Ozone.*

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