you walk into the room with a red nine painted on the door and find a cloaked man leaning over a table, tuning a rifle, when he stops, looks up from his table and turns his head to you And you, lost soul, what brings you to the arms room, state your name and purpose, or you may find yourself at the pearly gates or the rusted doors of fire and brimstone. he then chuckles in an unsettling tone
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