Pocket crusading

"You have to trust someone to be betrayed. I never did."

Captain John Price

"Hey Katherine, how's it going? I see you managed to keep your mechanical arm in one piece"

"Jonathan Burton, I see you managed to stay out of the mental institute, some of your *ideas* are more than mere toys you know"

"Only for you, ma'm, you're the one that showed the whole damn galaxy that my prosthetics work as intended, not only that, but you managed to save the Citadel on more than one occasion"

"Yeah, and one of those instances is where you 'accidentally' chopped off my arm"

"Ohh, yeah, please don't bring it up, I wasn't quite into it when you found me there"

"Really? Last I remember I found you swinging that fire ax at me and managed to chop my arm off in the first swing. You're damn lucky that the wound was sealed and that it was not my good arm"

"Yeah, I know, no need to bring it up, so how's the new arm doing?"

"Alright, it certainly responds to commands quickly, and it has as much speed as my other arm, almost makes me want to have the other replaced"

"I can certainly help with that!"

"You try to pull the same stunt again I will put a bullet through that mess of a brain you have" I grabbed his shirt and hauled him to the point where his toes barely touched the ground, he replied "easy, easy there, sweetheart! I was only kidding around!"

"Fine, but I will mount your head on the CIC of my ship and then space the body if you try to crack a joke like that"

"alright, alright, geez, can't you take a joke now and again?"

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