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[Superlagg]

Wow, this cat is tough! Took a glass of gross juice and they're still standing!

Of course! It was space law what brought them into this world. The Syndicate, an outfit made from pure anti-law. Of course they're still standing, of course they've torn through our crew like Toxins through our crew! All who've stood in their way were of the wrong side of the law, which is to say their side of the law. Not even I stand a chance, law-agnostic and neutrally lawful.

Gonna need more than a toolbox to take 'em down. Gonna need a savior. A being unsullied by the draw of disorder, of pure, hard-lined law.

But of course.

We need Officer Beepsky.

Superlagg exclaims, "You guys chill right here, I'll be right back!"

I run out of the Bar and down the halls, searching for my metal husbando.

Superlagg [145.9] asks, "Hey AI, you seen beepsky anywhere?"

I also aim to clothesline anyone in my path, friend or foe.