"Cut the bullshit" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. Already told you, I don't give a shit about no warnings or restrictions or special terms of use.
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Already told you, I don't give a shit about no warnings or restrictions or special terms of use. Think we both know you're not about to give me a warranty on this shit, so don't make me pay out my ass for nothing. Save the scop and let's do biz. Don't matter if the they're salvaged from old military bases or fished outta some back alley ripper's dumpster. Shit, could dig them up outta an Indian burial ground for all I care, long as they work. Hydraulics should be able to handle 2 metric tons, nothing else matters. My people will buy whatever I sell them, so just get your people to give me what I ordered.
