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"Fuck off, Aleksandr. Go interface with a Frag missile," she yells as she attempts to push passed his extended mechadendrites. "We'll see if your dick qualifies you to be here when I shove your testicles down your throat, Hive dredge. You couldn't hunt scribe in the Imperial Palace, let alone be trusted to find your own balls with both hands on the battlefield. My Matriarch could track better than you, and she's been blind since before the turn of the Millenium!"