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Could Wolfwood be a better chess player than priest? Not likely till Millie helps out. Later Mille and Wolfwood help a couple escape from a caravan that exports slaves. But when Vash is hired to stop them at any cost, will it cost him his friends too? Could it be Vash really is a cold blooded killer? And Meryl seems awfully understanding of Vash's postition. |
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I thought I told you no more gambling at chess! |
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How am I suppose to look cool with her hanging onto me? |
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Cool tattoo... |
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Wolfwood...the solitary smoker. |
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Hey, Vash, look right. |
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Dude, are those Timberlands?! |
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Don't you just love those puppy dog eyes? |
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