Merve awakes in his slig bunk. *yawns* time to get up again. he crawls out and gets his mechanical pants on, then his black undershirt, with his army jacket over that, unbuttoned, and the finishing touches, his black sun glasses and his black Berret. He graps his ciggarrettes, and his rifle and heads out the hotel, to look for the rest of the crew and to get some Scrab Mcmuffins for breakfast.
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