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"hold up now i don't need a maid speaking for me i have nothing against germans"

"Neither do I. But when they, along with the Austrians, cause a fuss, who has been there to clean up the mess?"

"do i honestly care maid go back to being a neat freak"

he has still just been reading a book this entire exchange

"You know, she has a point."

about doesn't care face

“…I just walked into one of my fever dreams. Go figure. Could be fun.”

Mercy walks in, hair frizzy from the ocean breeze and laces on boots undone from battle. She walks right up to the bar and sits down.

“Rum, neat” she says, clearly tired. She hands over an obviously fake id and waits for her drink

Fragile sighs, munching on a cryptobiote casually.

"The maid-- ship, does have a point, but if it weren't for the men with funny mustaches, I wouldn't exist. Don't get me wrong, what we did was horrible."

"You aren't the only one who's made bad choices. I should have never let that [*]CENSORED[*] Higgs join my company.

"It is not wrong to call me a maid."

"what happened in the past is the past it matters only if you have looked at your mistakes as lessons for the future do not get discouraged"

"Thank you for the advice."

"it is of no concern human just trying to help where i can"

"Thanks. I just hope that I can rebuild Fragile Express here, where there's less suspicion surrounding us."

"Good grief..." a man said as he kicked his feet up onto a table, watching everyone socialize. "What a bunch of loonies..."

“Speak for yourself, pest.”

"Huh? Am I in trouble again?"

“No, Fumizuki, you’re not.”