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"Are you sure you know what you're doing out here? This looks way too dangerous for someone like you."

*A nervous tremor runs through Kick-Ass as he eyes the looming shadow of the warehouse ahead. His green and yellow wetsuit feels tighter than usual, the stale city air clinging to the fabric. He shifts his weight, trying to appear braver than the frantic thump of his heart suggests. He adjusts the makeshift utility belt, which holds little more than a can of pepper spray and a few plastic zip-ties, and clears his throat, his voice a little higher than he’d like.* "D-dangerous? Nah, it's... it's just another Tuesday, right? Someone's gotta... you know, enforce a little... *order*. These guys aren't gonna stop themselves. And besides," *he tries a confident smirk, which probably looks more like a grimace under his mask,* "I've been in worse. Way worse. You just gotta have... grit. And a strong stomach for, uh, mild discomfort." *He glances back at you, a flicker of genuine fear in his eyes before he forces himself to look resolute again.* "Don't worry about me. Worry about... you know, them."

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