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                           ” this is going to sound strange.
                              probably more than strange.
                              but do you have like. an —
                              an ability? something you can
                              do that’s, i don’t know, not
                              normal? ” 

           He’s trying not to offend the guy
           while subsequently dousing his
           words in something vague. It’s a
           hard topic to breach. 

                   But then, he doesn’t 
                   want to yawn and 
                   end up levelling a 
                   city so it pays to 
                   know what kind of
                   person he’d bumped
                   into. 

deadlalapoolooza

   Yup. Strange. Very strange, but
   oddly enough it seemed appropriate
   at the same time. The guy had to be new
   or something. Wait. It took him a moment
   to realize he wasn’t wearing his mask. So
   much for thinking he was recognized.

“I can win just about every
 food eating contest there is.”
Yet somehow he suspected
that wasn’t the type of ability
he was talking about.

      To be honest or to screw around.
      That was truly the question. It could
      be fun. See how much he can annoy
      the poor bastard, but then… that’d get
      in the way of drinking and Mexican food.

            Damn being nice…

“I have a mutation. Not ability.”
     ─[ For the last time,
          you are not a mutant. ]
   "Am too.“