[ Unfortunately the easiest route is that it comes at Vash's expense. Wolfwood clicks his teeth as he internally realises that damn, maybe he should've gotten alcohol... but then again, drinking on the first day he's in town isn't something he typically does, but maybe it should be on the table later.
Maybe another night... a quiet evening in. Looking at Vash contemplatively like Wolfwood would challenge drinking him under the table except he's seen how much the guy can drink and still have perfect clarity if he so desires. ]
[ Vash is just eating his burrito happily as Wolfwood has these thoughts about drinking and challenging him. He looks like he has no thoughts whatsoever than tasty food must be eaten.
When he looks over and catches Wolfwood watching him, he tilts his head because his cheeks are stuffed with food. "What's up?" ]
[ Glad that one of us is living our best head empty life. Not that Wolfwood is inundated in heavy thoughts like he was throughout the UG, or throughout their original journey. Wolfwood will not have serious thoughts until they start getting into trouble again. Probably. ]
You look like one of those squirrels.
[ Pointedly while Vash is just stuffing his face. Stop shoving the churro into your cheek and just eat like a normal person. ]
[ Vash gives him a stinky leer after being likened to those double sized squirrels in the UG. Those cheeks become less stuffed with food so he can respond. Maybe sass a bit or mention how that one squirrel interrupted them that one time.
But, oh, question. There's a flash of nerves as he wonders if Wolfwood caught on that he was low-key day drinking out of depression. There's no way, so Vash's expression easily slips back to normal. ]
You did find me at a bar.
[ Shouldn't that be answer enough? He still knows how to enjoy drinking in the end. ]
[ YOU ICONED THIS SO FAST WEREN'T YOU ON YOUR WAY HOME ]
Guess I did.
[ But plenty of people can be at a bar and not drink. That one time he ordered a whiskey and didn't even end up drinking it whatsoever, even though he paid for it... stupid old man. The table was retribution.
It doesn't really matter to him, it's not like Wolfwood can control very aspect of Vash's coping mechanisms and drinking is one of the most common ones. And he has tried it himself. What's he gonna do, going around hypocritically criticising Vash for that. ]
I was more thinkin' for fun or to have with food though.
People cope in different ways but I think maybe people shouldn't drown themselves in alcoholism but maybe that is just me who doesn't like alcohol much
Vash slows down eating because Wolfwood seldom drinks. He knows that. Also, listen, sometimes you order to stay in the bar... you know... ]
I'd like that. Maybe we can play a small drinking game sometime.
[ Just because things are better doesn't mean it's completely safe. No Man's Land is notorious like that, and with the bounty still on Vash's head, there's always something. But it's a normal kind of danger now -- no shadows constantly scratching nails behind doors, no collar of death slowly dragging him towards hellish fate. He can spare a little bit behind closed doors now. Drink for pleasure, not to numb.
Anyway enlighten him what's your idea of a good drinking game. ]
[ YOU MAKING ME FIGURE OUT LIKE I DO DRINKING GAMES AT ALL ]
We never got to play King's Game together, huh... [ Because that was during memshare week and they were again separated for mental health reasons. ] I think it might be fun even if it's just us and there's a deck of cards in the desk.
[ Finishing his burrito and moves onto the quesadilla. ]
[ This is I guess vengeance for making me google Stuart Little and try to form an opinion. ]
Wasn't anythin' special about it, people just walked up to me and handed me cards. And sometimes just did shit without askin'.
[ He's thinking about Shu just abruptly dipping him into a kiss. He is lucky he didn't just sock him on the spot. He's going to reach over and pop open the desk to look at the deck of cards, wiping his hands off on a napkin to check them out. How ratty are these or are they pretty new. He's just having a look. ]
Gonna have to start considerin' ways to keep us entertained.
Yeah, but we never pulled cards for each other! The variety and randomness makes it interesting.
[ Granted Vash didn't want to go to the party, drink, or play the game during memshare week... But the mini-events gave them five dollars. That's one cursed food item!
The cards are a bit worn, washed out in color, but overall in one piece. If he shuffles through them, he'll count that all cards are accounted for.
Food done... Dessert. He rattles the churro bag before offering Wolfwood some once he's done with the cards. ]
We could go on dates for fun sometimes.
[ While Vash is a wanted outlaw, apparently. If he wanted to be discreet, he would, but he's rather confident things will be fine. ]
[ Did he keep eating cursed food weekly, did he keep committing to that. I really just gave up tracking money after w5 because I was like I do not know anymore.
Cool, this means he doesn't have to go out and buy a fresh pack, or try to figure out games that could be playable with whatever missing cards slash figure out rule shifts to accommodate. He gives them a pleasant shuffle. He's always liked the feeling of slightly aged cards, well-used, more than brand new.
Being a wanted outlaw has literally never stopped Vash from doing anything he wants to do ever. So this doesn't strike Wolfwood as too odd. If they can dash out of town avoiding bullets, or dash in to grab an emergency inn for medical patching, trailing red after his coat, and still come out of it okay, then they can go on a date. ]
No movie theatres unless we head to a Numbered City. [ Fanning out the cards, adjusting a few, and returning it to a clean stack before putting it aside. Hand out, give him churro. ] No nice parks to walk around, or free food either.
[ No because the flamethrower haunted him so he saved money to buy things to make sure those are not involved with trial
It's true... Vash's wanted status never stopped him unless trouble was around the corner. People don't recognize him with black hair, then also with his hairstyle dressed down. Into Wolfwood's hand is a churro. Warm, crispy, and dressed in sugar cinnamon goodness. ]
If we go to a nice saloon or bar, there's likely to be a show. We can avoid the jazz ones. [ They don't like jazz anymore. ] Not a hot spring, but there are some bath houses that open up at nighttime. Some inns have them, too! Not this one, though.
[ His head tilts as he tries to brainstorm. ]
Walking around in general is nice... We might find a cool storefront or some hole-in-the-wall places.
[ Fair enough. Churro time! He's chewing away at this. Nice crispy outside, chewy inside. I want a churro rl.
Also speak for yourself, getting almost killed by jazz hasn't made him hate the whole art of the genre. However fair enough if Vash doesn't like it. ]
Barely any of 'em are ever actually hot springs, spikey. [ If you can spawn enough water though, you can definitely turn any of them into a faux hot spring by way of geothermal basically being the most blatantly abundant energy source here, second-only to solar. ] But that sounds nice.
[ Man, coming up with a date idea sucks. He's perfectly content to just stick with Vash like a shadow, like a dog, as per usual, but they gotta figure out something to do now that they're not being chased by ever-present DOOM before they start getting stir-crazy. ]
...Heard they've been tryin' to expand out, now that we got Earth resources to help scout and terraform. Found a weird little biome southwest. They're all interested in it 'cause of rare metals or minerals or whatever, but I heard it looks pretty if you wanna sightsee.
[ Me thinking like, something like Salt Flats meets Grand Canyon meets Yellowstone sulphur springs... ]
[ Meryl his not girlfriend was kidnapped... By jazz... and a human kinning a bullet. ]
Baths in general are nice! I can even scrub your back, maybe give you a massage. You are pretty stiff.
[ Points at him with what's left of his churro, rude as hell, but he hears him out as he finishes the rest... Grabbing water as he imagines their to-be dates.
It's a lot and he can picture it. It isn't whimsical or hopeful—it's real. Something they can have, which overlays his daydreaming a certain way. People would call it sentimental, senile. ]
As long as you're there, that sounds perfect. [ To gaze upon what beauty there is in No Man's Land? Could be fun. ] We could just hang out, eat at a good restaurant...
[ You're excluding the 10,000 bugs in a teenager meat suit. ]
Shut up, I'm just built that way.
[ Which I guess is partially true, he doesn't have the insane flexibility of his later edition Steven A. Starphase. He's built to be fast and strong, but the Eye of Michael did not endorse yoga lessons.
He scoffs because Vash said a gay-ass thing. Busying himself with food. ]
I know it doesn't. We can't afford fancy.
[ He knows that, Vash knows that. It's always been like that, but it's not stopped them before now, has it? Some place to head to, and with whatever stops and detours they feel like along the way. He's sure they'll get roped into weird plots, be convinced by Vash to stop by a town to help the people out, need to layover for a few weeks to make back some money.
It'll be a little different, but familiar enough. ]
[ impossible to avoid worms in No Man's Land. They can at least avoid jazz. ]
Yeah, yeah. You could still use a massage.
[ After he uses a napkin for his hands, he gives Wolfwood's bicep a little pinch with a thumb and his middle finger, more like a bicep squeeze. Humming thoughtfully, he considers their new freedom... And technically their lack of reason to move around so much.
Sure, he's wanted, but he doesn't... Have a goal to chase anymore. ]
I wouldn't go so far to say we can't afford it... We can save money up for that, but I personally like a homey local place myself.
[ Continues to squeeze Wolfwood's bicep much like a dog would go at a new squeak toy. ]
I liked fishing a lot in the Underground, but there are no fish here... Bug catching is similar, but I don't know if you're into that.
[ He, for some reason, can't imagine Vash giving a massage (normal, sincere), and yet, the vision of Vash taking up a brief day job as a masseuse at some parlour putting up his best customer service smile and trying to work knots out of one of those 8-feet tall hulking outlaws immediately fills his mind and he tries not to choke on his food at the absurd comedy of it. He suppresses a light cough, wiping small crumbs of cinnamon off the corner of his mouth with his free hand whose arm isn't being squeezed.
Are you enjoying the bicep touch sir. He yanks his arm out of it after the twentieth-or-so squeeze. ]
Enjoying yourself? Quit it. And fine, I meant we can't afford fancy on the regular.
[ And Wolfwood also not knowing the joys of fancy places... why pay premium for a place when a normal bed will suffice etc etc etc. He does make a slight face at the notion of bug-catching, mostly because he's pretty sure it'd entail standing for hours under the twin suns, which is oofa. He might not be necessarily into the sandfishing itself, but he'd chaperone Vash if he'd want to try it. ]
[ Can't chase after Wolfwood's arm if he's gently patting his back from the coughing. Sorry to say that Wolfwood's imagination is real... Even if Vash lacks the tactility because he's missing an arm, he understands force and pressure enough with his prosthetic where he can mimic the art with both hands just as good as any other.
After another pat, he stops. ]
A once in a while Hooters experience... [ Sounds good to him. He isn't into fancy either and with their table manners they definitely do not belong. Daydreams are fun, anyway. ] Reminds me, when I got back here the first thing I had was ice cream.
[ Vash is 150 and has worked every possible job that exists on No Man's Land under the suns, probably. This would not be surprising to Wolfwood whatsoever and yet it still takes him out. ]
[ HIS BICEP. He smacks Vash's hand away and reaches for his bicep. Surely you are in like a normal shirt because you said you don't have the coat. Get over here for your squeeze, he knows you're actually ripped under there. ]
That's what Earth decided to bring?
[ PRIORITIES... isn't it wild that Earth managed to make contact with No Man's Land in like, what. A year maybe, between first contact at the ship and shit going on in the climax? And that's with Knives actively interfering with the communication and transport. Their universe is so theoretically hyper-advanced but they're cucked by basically being a shipwrecked portion of mankind. ]
That's a real specific number. What are the other ten?
[ Because he imagines three HAVE to be the classic vanilla-chocolate-strawberry. ]
[ It's sincere, less gay than saying he wants to spoil and pamper Wolfwood. Vash is here in a dress shirt, yeah. Wolfwood can squeeze his bicep... It is hard. Yeah...
Earth is so incredibly advanced and I've chosen the priorities of some entrepreneurs is to see this as opportunity to peddle their wares to a bereft planet. Affordable ice cream for the masses. Imagine the sales.
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[ wolfwood why are you letting him have churros he hasn't finished quesadilla or his burrito.
He leaves his burrito to rest on the quesadilla place so he can have... Sugary and cinnamon-y fried heaven. ]
Churros? [ Confusion yet also excitement in his voice. ] You don't usually buy this stuff when you get take out.
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Why do you gotta make me sound like a killjoy? I like a nice thing here and there too.
[ He will be still eating his own burrito, answering between bites. However he does seem satisfied his pick of dessert is being well-received. ]
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Soooometimes you are one.
[ Watch him eat through one churro like a chipmunk. ]
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[ Unfortunately the easiest route is that it comes at Vash's expense. Wolfwood clicks his teeth as he internally realises that damn, maybe he should've gotten alcohol... but then again, drinking on the first day he's in town isn't something he typically does, but maybe it should be on the table later.
Maybe another night... a quiet evening in. Looking at Vash contemplatively like Wolfwood would challenge drinking him under the table except he's seen how much the guy can drink and still have perfect clarity if he so desires. ]
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When he looks over and catches Wolfwood watching him, he tilts his head because his cheeks are stuffed with food. "What's up?" ]
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You look like one of those squirrels.
[ Pointedly while Vash is just stuffing his face. Stop shoving the churro into your cheek and just eat like a normal person. ]
You haven't sworn off drinkin', have you?
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But, oh, question. There's a flash of nerves as he wonders if Wolfwood caught on that he was low-key day drinking out of depression. There's no way, so Vash's expression easily slips back to normal. ]
You did find me at a bar.
[ Shouldn't that be answer enough? He still knows how to enjoy drinking in the end. ]
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Guess I did.
[ But plenty of people can be at a bar and not drink. That one time he ordered a whiskey and didn't even end up drinking it whatsoever, even though he paid for it... stupid old man. The table was retribution.
It doesn't really matter to him, it's not like Wolfwood can control very aspect of Vash's coping mechanisms and drinking is one of the most common ones. And he has tried it himself. What's he gonna do, going around hypocritically criticising Vash for that. ]
I was more thinkin' for fun or to have with food though.
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People cope in different ways but I think maybe people shouldn't drown themselves in alcoholism but maybe that is just me who doesn't like alcohol much
Vash slows down eating because Wolfwood seldom drinks. He knows that. Also, listen, sometimes you order to stay in the bar... you know... ]
I'd like that. Maybe we can play a small drinking game sometime.
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[ Just because things are better doesn't mean it's completely safe. No Man's Land is notorious like that, and with the bounty still on Vash's head, there's always something. But it's a normal kind of danger now -- no shadows constantly scratching nails behind doors, no collar of death slowly dragging him towards hellish fate. He can spare a little bit behind closed doors now. Drink for pleasure, not to numb.
Anyway enlighten him what's your idea of a good drinking game. ]
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We never got to play King's Game together, huh... [ Because that was during memshare week and they were again separated for mental health reasons. ] I think it might be fun even if it's just us and there's a deck of cards in the desk.
[ Finishing his burrito and moves onto the quesadilla. ]
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Wasn't anythin' special about it, people just walked up to me and handed me cards. And sometimes just did shit without askin'.
[ He's thinking about Shu just abruptly dipping him into a kiss. He is lucky he didn't just sock him on the spot. He's going to reach over and pop open the desk to look at the deck of cards, wiping his hands off on a napkin to check them out. How ratty are these or are they pretty new. He's just having a look. ]
Gonna have to start considerin' ways to keep us entertained.
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[ Granted Vash didn't want to go to the party, drink, or play the game during memshare week... But the mini-events gave them five dollars. That's one cursed food item!
The cards are a bit worn, washed out in color, but overall in one piece. If he shuffles through them, he'll count that all cards are accounted for.
Food done... Dessert. He rattles the churro bag before offering Wolfwood some once he's done with the cards. ]
We could go on dates for fun sometimes.
[ While Vash is a wanted outlaw, apparently. If he wanted to be discreet, he would, but he's rather confident things will be fine. ]
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Cool, this means he doesn't have to go out and buy a fresh pack, or try to figure out games that could be playable with whatever missing cards slash figure out rule shifts to accommodate. He gives them a pleasant shuffle. He's always liked the feeling of slightly aged cards, well-used, more than brand new.
Being a wanted outlaw has literally never stopped Vash from doing anything he wants to do ever. So this doesn't strike Wolfwood as too odd. If they can dash out of town avoiding bullets, or dash in to grab an emergency inn for medical patching, trailing red after his coat, and still come out of it okay, then they can go on a date. ]
No movie theatres unless we head to a Numbered City. [ Fanning out the cards, adjusting a few, and returning it to a clean stack before putting it aside. Hand out, give him churro. ] No nice parks to walk around, or free food either.
[ Callback to their one UG indulgence date. ]
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It's true... Vash's wanted status never stopped him unless trouble was around the corner. People don't recognize him with black hair, then also with his hairstyle dressed down. Into Wolfwood's hand is a churro. Warm, crispy, and dressed in sugar cinnamon goodness. ]
If we go to a nice saloon or bar, there's likely to be a show. We can avoid the jazz ones. [ They don't like jazz anymore. ] Not a hot spring, but there are some bath houses that open up at nighttime. Some inns have them, too! Not this one, though.
[ His head tilts as he tries to brainstorm. ]
Walking around in general is nice... We might find a cool storefront or some hole-in-the-wall places.
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Also speak for yourself, getting almost killed by jazz hasn't made him hate the whole art of the genre. However fair enough if Vash doesn't like it. ]
Barely any of 'em are ever actually hot springs, spikey. [ If you can spawn enough water though, you can definitely turn any of them into a faux hot spring by way of geothermal basically being the most blatantly abundant energy source here, second-only to solar. ] But that sounds nice.
[ Man, coming up with a date idea sucks. He's perfectly content to just stick with Vash like a shadow, like a dog, as per usual, but they gotta figure out something to do now that they're not being chased by ever-present DOOM before they start getting stir-crazy. ]
...Heard they've been tryin' to expand out, now that we got Earth resources to help scout and terraform. Found a weird little biome southwest. They're all interested in it 'cause of rare metals or minerals or whatever, but I heard it looks pretty if you wanna sightsee.
[ Me thinking like, something like Salt Flats meets Grand Canyon meets Yellowstone sulphur springs... ]
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Baths in general are nice! I can even scrub your back, maybe give you a massage. You are pretty stiff.
[ Points at him with what's left of his churro, rude as hell, but he hears him out as he finishes the rest... Grabbing water as he imagines their to-be dates.
It's a lot and he can picture it. It isn't whimsical or hopeful—it's real. Something they can have, which overlays his daydreaming a certain way. People would call it sentimental, senile. ]
As long as you're there, that sounds perfect. [ To gaze upon what beauty there is in No Man's Land? Could be fun. ] We could just hang out, eat at a good restaurant...
[ His words taper off as he takes a sip... ]
It doesn't need to be fancy.
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Shut up, I'm just built that way.
[ Which I guess is partially true, he doesn't have the insane flexibility of his later edition Steven A. Starphase. He's built to be fast and strong, but the Eye of Michael did not endorse yoga lessons.
He scoffs because Vash said a gay-ass thing. Busying himself with food. ]
I know it doesn't. We can't afford fancy.
[ He knows that, Vash knows that. It's always been like that, but it's not stopped them before now, has it? Some place to head to, and with whatever stops and detours they feel like along the way. He's sure they'll get roped into weird plots, be convinced by Vash to stop by a town to help the people out, need to layover for a few weeks to make back some money.
It'll be a little different, but familiar enough. ]
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Yeah, yeah. You could still use a massage.
[ After he uses a napkin for his hands, he gives Wolfwood's bicep a little pinch with a thumb and his middle finger, more like a bicep squeeze. Humming thoughtfully, he considers their new freedom... And technically their lack of reason to move around so much.
Sure, he's wanted, but he doesn't... Have a goal to chase anymore. ]
I wouldn't go so far to say we can't afford it... We can save money up for that, but I personally like a homey local place myself.
[ Continues to squeeze Wolfwood's bicep much like a dog would go at a new squeak toy. ]
I liked fishing a lot in the Underground, but there are no fish here... Bug catching is similar, but I don't know if you're into that.
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[ He, for some reason, can't imagine Vash giving a massage (normal, sincere), and yet, the vision of Vash taking up a brief day job as a masseuse at some parlour putting up his best customer service smile and trying to work knots out of one of those 8-feet tall hulking outlaws immediately fills his mind and he tries not to choke on his food at the absurd comedy of it. He suppresses a light cough, wiping small crumbs of cinnamon off the corner of his mouth with his free hand whose arm isn't being squeezed.
Are you enjoying the bicep touch sir. He yanks his arm out of it after the twentieth-or-so squeeze. ]
Enjoying yourself? Quit it. And fine, I meant we can't afford fancy on the regular.
[ And Wolfwood also not knowing the joys of fancy places... why pay premium for a place when a normal bed will suffice etc etc etc. He does make a slight face at the notion of bug-catching, mostly because he's pretty sure it'd entail standing for hours under the twin suns, which is oofa. He might not be necessarily into the sandfishing itself, but he'd chaperone Vash if he'd want to try it. ]
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[ Can't chase after Wolfwood's arm if he's gently patting his back from the coughing. Sorry to say that Wolfwood's imagination is real... Even if Vash lacks the tactility because he's missing an arm, he understands force and pressure enough with his prosthetic where he can mimic the art with both hands just as good as any other.
After another pat, he stops. ]
A once in a while Hooters experience... [ Sounds good to him. He isn't into fancy either and with their table manners they definitely do not belong. Daydreams are fun, anyway. ] Reminds me, when I got back here the first thing I had was ice cream.
[ The Lack of Ice Cream. ]
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[ Vash is 150 and has worked every possible job that exists on No Man's Land under the suns, probably. This would not be surprising to Wolfwood whatsoever and yet it still takes him out. ]
Seriously? Of all the things?
[ Shoutout to W4 crimes... ice-cream-gate. ]
Where'd you manage to go snag that?
[ Ice cream... notoriously hard to get... ]
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New gelato place... It's a chain establishment from earth.
[ Is gelato ice cream? How would he know? It's close enough to him. ]
There's a shop location here if you want to check it out later. Thirteen flavors!
[ I've made it baskin robins gelato ]
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[ HIS BICEP. He smacks Vash's hand away and reaches for his bicep. Surely you are in like a normal shirt because you said you don't have the coat. Get over here for your squeeze, he knows you're actually ripped under there. ]
That's what Earth decided to bring?
[ PRIORITIES... isn't it wild that Earth managed to make contact with No Man's Land in like, what. A year maybe, between first contact at the ship and shit going on in the climax? And that's with Knives actively interfering with the communication and transport. Their universe is so theoretically hyper-advanced but they're cucked by basically being a shipwrecked portion of mankind. ]
That's a real specific number. What are the other ten?
[ Because he imagines three HAVE to be the classic vanilla-chocolate-strawberry. ]
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[ It's sincere, less gay than saying he wants to spoil and pamper Wolfwood. Vash is here in a dress shirt, yeah. Wolfwood can squeeze his bicep... It is hard. Yeah...
Earth is so incredibly advanced and I've chosen the priorities of some entrepreneurs is to see this as opportunity to peddle their wares to a bereft planet. Affordable ice cream for the masses. Imagine the sales.
Vash lists the other ten almost systematically. ]
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