[ He closes Sombra out of the conversation because who cares, and focuses in on the important bit โ fuck, he wishes he could project his voice into the mind the way other people can instead of the bullshit text-like option he's stuck with, but he at least knows how to identify himself without it: ]
Fuck me, I thought so. Bunch of yanks and brits, it sounded like. Don't mind 'em, but damn if it ain't good to hear someone that knows what temperature a beer should be at.
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G'day. Kia ora.
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There can only be one response.
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MATE!
That the beautiful goddamn words of a magnificent goddamn Kiwi bastard somehow got in me brain?!
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I heard you yelling. There's no other ANZ rep here, it's pathetic.
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Fuck me, I thought so. Bunch of yanks and brits, it sounded like. Don't mind 'em, but damn if it ain't good to hear someone that knows what temperature a beer should be at.