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As they say, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s arm and rip it from its socket.
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-The shuttle headed towards Underrock Mountain which contained Underrock prison, and then parked in a gated cave. Rodrigo, Gerek, Lasper, Picknar, Heakie, Porpa, Thoos, and Spizz entered the lobby of the prison and were greeted by a uniformed Tith who said, “Welcome, Heakie, Porpa, Thoos and Spizz. Plus escorts of course. My name’s Napforth. By coincidence, everyone else seems to be on break, so I’ll have to do the intake. And then it’ll be my ‘pleasure’ to accompany you to the cells I guess.” Rodrigo patted Napforth on the shoulder, planting a small maroon object on their shoulder, and said, “No no no no, my friend. The pleasure is ours.” Napforth looked at him nastily and said, “I’m not your friend. Friends don’t rip their friend’s arm out of its socket like I’m tempted to do.” Pondering that, Rodrigo said, “That is generally true, isn’t it?”
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I mean, you *can*, but they might not keep being your friend afterward.
Rigo *did* say “generally true”.