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Ian gives Sun a pained expression.
"No. Never. Not unless they are gonna to kill you, then you try to incapacitate them. Killin' just doesn't feel right."
He slaps his thigh, and smiles sunnily once more.
"But that's not stopping me from poppin' 'em in the leg, eh? You can fix those suckers! Give em something to think about while recuperatin'. And you? Just give them a few lashes, they might leave you alone. Whip their guns in half or something, its all good."
Ian leans his head back and sighs deeply.
"Agh. Let's just hope that there is never a time when we need to do that. I like to go in, bust a few heads quietly, then make off with the money and leave them with the drugs, and a visit from the police."
He jerks his head back forward, and gazes into Kim's eyes.
"Say, Sun, I remember you kinda growlin' out SLEA. What's your problem with them? What's up with 'em?"