Prompt 6 "If we get arrested, it's your fault."
Imagine going to kill the Temps Commission.
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"I swear, if we get arrested, it's your fault," you sighed as you both walked into the opening room.
"You could just stay back if you can't handle it," Five scoffed.
"Oh I can handle it," you said, pulling out a small gun. "Now let's go."
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