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| A postal delivery technician enters the bar, looking seriously worn but walking with pride at this job. He approaches Erk at the bar.
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| Postal Guy: Mr. Erk?
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| Erk: *growl?*
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| Postal Guy: Through rain, snow, lightening, hail, we at house Orien shall deliver the mail. Do not ask us about: crazy magic girls, ninjas, large mechanical suits, small creatures that only say their names over and over, or the goddess Animé.
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| Erk: *growl, but you can vaguely make out that he said "Animé?"*
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| Postal Guy: Don't ask. Please. *shudder*
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| The postal guy hands Erk a large book-shaped package. Then salutes and turns to go. Unfortunaely he is greeted by Sakura and dies of a heart attack.
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| Erk grunts Lucky over the the bar, then takes his package into the back room. He has a vague idea of what's inside it. He places it on a counter and slowly unwrapps it. Inside is rather plain book. Yet when he opens it the pages glow, and a voice comes out.
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| Book: Mr. Erk, it's been a long time, hasn't it? And yet again the world is in grave peril. We need your help. Your mission, should you—
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| Erk closes the book with a snap. He he picks it up, intending to stuff it in a sturdy chest.
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| The book opens of its own accord, forcing Erk's fingers apart.
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| Book: *sigh* Mr. Erk, we know all about your reluctance to take on these missions, so this message will not self-destruct. In fact, we've made it impervious to all known forms of destruction, which includes your remarkabley novil tactic of imersing it in unusually corrosive chilli.
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| Erk gives up and sits down to listen to the message.
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| Book: Let's just cut out all the pleasentries, shall we. Your mission is to…
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| Satnak - Remember, I find one mess on the carpet there won't even be an astral husk and a hennefer left. I really hate the self-destructers. Remind me I owe you guys some explaining about the arm and armor.*conks out*
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| Lisa - Is she getting more or less nutty?
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| Terra - I don't know and either way I'm scared.
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