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Ralia: Are you sure you want to let him give you a surprise?

Petya: I’ll have Zhu help if it’s that bad of a fix.

Ralia: Sure that’ll work?

Petya: Just hurry. We’re not moving too fast and the shac is going to ask why I’m in here messaging.

Ralia: Then why not try, yourself? You’re the fix user.

Petya: Low blow, Ral.

Ralia: Low blow or a wake-up call? You’re with the zegging Neon Idol so you should have tapered your usage down a little, right?

Petya: Not the time to talk about it.

Ralia: I’m glad you’re reaching out. Do you feel anything weird from your neurocore self?

Petya: RALIA PLEASE FOCUS BEFORE I FEED ON THE WRONG PERSON.

Ralia: Two steps. First, you gotta give him a berzerkitab. Insult him a bit before it hits him so you’re the obvious target when the rage hits.

Petya: Does it do what I think?

Ralia: Gangs will give them to their weaklings who struggle with dirty work. I’ve heard stories of Republic military usage as well. I bet they’re using it in the war right now. Of course it’s banned everywhere, but they can excuse it if they need to flip the switch in a soldier’s mind to tell them that a young Arabasian kid protecting a valuable resource is a terrorist. Think you can handle a little rage? Plus, those Violet sadists will probably love a little violence. Earn some respect.

Petya: I’ll do my best to escort him out.

Ralia: Then you might want to try something other than a berzerkitab.

Petya: I mean, I’ll try my best not to cause a scene.

Ralia: Good luck.

Petya: And the second part is getting the body out of there?

Ralia: Yes. Put on a show as much as you want, but even if those sick freaks would celebrate a death, I wouldn’t risk staining your reputation.

Petya: I doubt they would let the public know about anything going on here. I’m pretty sure if I looked around I could find some way to ruin plenty of these elites’ saint-like public image.

Ralia: That doesn’t mean they won’t remember it. The public doesn’t matter. These are the people in power. Any idea what that Zhou du has that made the Luxists concerned?

Petya: Not yet. I can’t concentrate until I feed.

Ralia: Right. Give me a second.

Pulse, I checked the incoming drone shipments to your location. Do you want something easy or messy? Trust me, you might want messy in this case.

Petya: Why?

Ralia: You want to stick it to these shacs?

Petya: How bad are we talking?

Ralia: I can’t see everything happening there, but the deliveries helped me tap into a couple of the rooms. Seems like they have plenty of indulgent themes, one being an exotic meat room.

Petya: No.

Ralia: Too late, I’m not giving you another option. One of the last selections was worse than a fattened penguin with liver failure.