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"   so ,   uh ...   you make green objects made from light ...   and everything is reliant on your imagination ,   and that little ring ?   no offense ,   but what if you lose it ?   or someone steals it ?   "

*      cb&spec! 

“man with the green light. fascinating suit.”

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          “ woah — easy man ! just passing through — so you can put down the . . massive green hammer of doom or whatever . “

*            cb   /   spec 

green lantern in the house!! WOOP WOOP!! I totally softened them up for you. pow-pow-pow, boom, all me. you probably dont even have to lift a finger. unless you wanted to, in which case you could still punch one. THAT one over there might still be alive; gotta double check, though. dont want you desecrating a corpse. thatd be really f'd up.

*      silent hill f good but scary fr. 

*         don't  flop,  uh,   cb  +  spec.

isn’t stopping petty thieves a little below your pay grade? 

Calla leaned against the cold stone parapet, the city lights reflecting off her dark trench coat. The unusual green illumination painted the puddles on the rooftop. Helicopters, sirens, bats—that’s what she’s used to. Yet here stood a man whose light didn’t belong. “Did a galactic alert put you here,” she asked quietly, eyes narrowing, “or are you just curious about how Gotham smells when it rains?”