A few more of these unlucky assault machines with apparently quite similar bills coming up from their respective repair shops afterwards. Or, well, the other one is clearly just a state-of-the-art part-time cook, probably wondering who the hell bombarded the shit out of her kitchen while she was preparing dinner and unleashed a hail of bullets on her while they were at it.
Damn you grimdark future, you.
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