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Lower Coruscant could be described as a lovely place, so many dirty things to burn. People were always so nice, they always knew how to ask for a favor or some credits. Good friends were always around to help out the friendly neighborhood Pyro.
The Pyro was also so nice, leaving an unlocked battle-taxi out for someone who needed a ride. A swoop biker had probably already taken the liberty of taking it, such a nice young man he was. Swoop bikers... such dreamboats.
This was the only part that was unsatisfactory. The trap door, it dropped the Pyro a street below the street, inside where there was less noise. It was still nice in here, with the exception of the lights being kind of dim.
The Pyro was also so nice, leaving an unlocked battle-taxi out for someone who needed a ride. A swoop biker had probably already taken the liberty of taking it, such a nice young man he was. Swoop bikers... such dreamboats.
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity.
This was the only part that was unsatisfactory. The trap door, it dropped the Pyro a street below the street, inside where there was less noise. It was still nice in here, with the exception of the lights being kind of dim.