"little favor" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. Dwayne, party's tomorrow. Need something preem. I mean something that'll burst your skull sponge. I want people screaming rainbows and blowing technicolor chunks.
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Dwayne, party's tomorrow. Need something preem. I mean something that'll burst your skull sponge. I want people screaming rainbows and blowing technicolor chunks. Some shit that'll make the come down seem like a bad trip. I got the eddies. You get what I need, you'll be the richest dealer in this town. Lemme know choom.
