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"Sorry to crash the party, boys!"
"Guess our invitations got lost in the mail, huh?"
"No weapons, guys. These are just low-level thugs."
"My fists are my weapons."
"I would not classify the Mechanical's low-level."
"He is suspected in three-sixty unsolved criminal cases."
"Thirty-seven."
"You're not getting away that easy."
"Who's trying to get away?"
"There are more of us than you."
"And we're not afraid to use our weapons."
"The Mechanic's working for someone who called himself Una-"
"Jay?"
