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Originally Posted by Takeda Shingen
Takeda sits on the cell floor, staring pasively at the blustering German.
"Whaddya want, you good-for-nothing Kraut. You gonna shoot me now? A week ago, I might have cared, but in this hell, it doesn't matter anymore. Leave me to rot, shoot me, I don't care, but I ain't no goddamn monster!"
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"I'm not here to shoot you. I'm here to talk. You seem to remain calm and unscathed through it all. I would like to know how you accomplished this thus far. Would you like to share with the rest of us so we may enjoy the same protected calm you have so much enjoyed?"
*stands waiting*
"Also, do you have any of those famous American Pall Mall cigarettes we hear about? I'm not smoker but recent events....you understand..."