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{{{{Party Poison's P.O.V}}}}}

Well, we've acquired yet another killjoy. Not that there's anything wrong with it. We appear now to have quite the army. Sixteen of us, including me, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star and Kobra Kid.
But to be an army, we need to prove ourselves. Prove that we can destroy Better Living Industries.
And inside, deep down, I think we can...
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"... and she shot them all! She's not bad." Ryan recounted the story, his head on my chest and I could see his head rise and fall in time to the rhythm of my breathing. I stared up at the stars, slightly mesmorised by his soft, subtle voice. I loved that voice.