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[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[Well that gets his attention.]

No. No, fuck you. What the hell is wrong with you? You argue with me about my kid and because I don't automatically agree with you, I get punished?

[No, nothing spectacular. Just a really pissed off elite assassin. Slash-alcoholic.]

I put up with a lot, especially from you because every now and then you know what you're talking about. But go ahead, start throwing your weight around at me and we'll see where it gets you.

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[Nope. Line is dead.

Weight is thrown.]