Arthurmeister throws an arm around Julian the Champ and laughs as only a Master of the Universe should. "Ja, life is good," he declares. "But tomorrow, you are mine."
Hardt smiles in concession. His eyes level at Arthurmeister's chest hair. "Arthur, tomorrow is tomorrow." Hardt says. "Why not have another beer today?"
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"You're retarded," Tobias says, watching the neophyte wrestle with the pins. Tobias takes the lock and looks inside to make sure it isn't broken. It's fine. "I'll tell you how they teach it in covert-entry camp," he says, laying a hand on the poor picker's shoulder. "First, I stick you in a cage. Then I lock the door." Tobias straightens and smiles. "End of story. Trust me, it works," he says. "Death is a fantastic motivator."
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