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((Sorry Sunlord-Mod, I’ll catch back up with you tomorrow.))
Martello: Thanks. *Puts bits on the counter and starts enjoying his drink*
You’re welcome! Can I get you anything else, or will that be all for you right now?
Martello: Hahaha! I'd like some malt liquor.
Sure thing. *Spritzer pours Martello his drink and sets it down on the counter in front of him* Here you go!
Martello: It's creator wanted me to test it's combat capabilities. So, I was sort of a guinea pig. I am so glad my armor makes me resistant to magic. And yes, I did win against it.
Great! *She smiles at Martello* Would you like something to drink to celebrate your victory?
Martello: Let's see... About as... tall as a fridge. *He attempts to pantomime its height.*
Wow… Why did you have to fight him, Martello? Did he start the fight, or did you just finish it?
Martello: I fought a robot today. That was just about it.
That sounds interesting. Was he a big robot?
Martello: You'd think so, but nah. This one time, one of them threw ice cubes at our master. He was promptly eaten alive for his troubles.
Oh dear… I suppose that would keep the anons away from you then. So, how have you been lately? Had any exciting adventures lately?
Martello: The second one. I've never heard of anons until I recently.
Oh really? That’s quite odd. They’ve been around here for quite a while to bother and talk to me and our patrons. Maybe they avoid you because they think you’re dangerous?
Martello: People say that anons are cold-hearted. But I've worked for/with those who would give them a run for their money.
Oh! Hello Mister Martello. Do you mean you’ve worked with anons, or ponies that are worse than them?
