[Liquid heads into the cargo bay like a man on a mission. Take his stuff, will they? At least he was able to keep more things than he'd expected; apparently their idea of extraneous wasn't quite what he was expecting. Still, they'd taken what they'd thought was unimportant junk, when in fact...
In fact, he's just noticing that someone is handing a very familiar pile of junk. It may look like a pile of scrap metal and other useless things, but it is in fact a pile of crude weapons fashioned out of said junk.]
Ah, there it is.
[He stalks over towards the man who's currently got his things. Sure, he doesn't really need a bunch of weapons fashioned out of sharpened metal wedged into hunks of plastic and the like when he has proper knives and a nice collection of guns, but he wants them.
It's simply being prepared, as far as he's concerned. Besides, they took some effort to make.]
How angry do you think they'd get if I smuggled those out?
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In fact, he's just noticing that someone is handing a very familiar pile of junk. It may look like a pile of scrap metal and other useless things, but it is in fact a pile of crude weapons fashioned out of said junk.]
Ah, there it is.
[He stalks over towards the man who's currently got his things. Sure, he doesn't really need a bunch of weapons fashioned out of sharpened metal wedged into hunks of plastic and the like when he has proper knives and a nice collection of guns, but he wants them.
It's simply being prepared, as far as he's concerned. Besides, they took some effort to make.]
How angry do you think they'd get if I smuggled those out?