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Janna stared at the blank piece of paper. "What kind of prose is this?" She questioned aloud. "Just because I was a phone service girl it doesn't mean that I was for women as well!" She huffed to herself and crumpled the piece of paper, throwing it away.
"Why the hell is it pantheon I've never even met the guy outside of battle."
“You do not have to know someone or have met them to be matched with them, Fleshling.” Blitzcrank whirred. “Beep, Boop. You both have interests in weapons and battle. The services look for the one fleshling you are most compatible with. In this case, It’s Pantheon.”
"I've applied to your compatibility whatever it is, who in the hell are you going to put me with."
“The Fleshling Compatibility Services have matched you with the fleshling, Pantheon. You have 449 similarities in personality and 51 differences.” Blitzcrank rumbled as he spoke. “Your attraction rating is 70%.”
"I could probably take out the entire police force so don't test me. I just want to learn how to use a gun."
“Is that so? Terrifying. Mm, anyway.. I already told you what you needed to get done. Do you expect me to hold your hand and walk you through it? No. Talk to the inventor named Jayce. I don’t have a gun suitable for you, nor would I let you put your grubby little three-fingered hands on it if I did.
If you keep being a nuisance, I’m going to put you in handcuffs and have Vi smack you around with your own lamp post, and you will be held in the Piltover state jail until you learn how to behave like a good boy.”
"Are you sure you could take me alone?" Jax asked with sny tone in his voice.
“If not, I have a pink-haired companion that would gladly smash your face into the ground with her fists without me even posing the question. Be gone now, Jax. Go bug another to teach you the ways of ranged weaponry. Might I suggest Draven? You both are equally as irritating.”
"Hey Caitlyn, teach me how to use a gun." Jax said with a demanding tone. "It's the one kind of weapon that I haven't been able to learn yet."
“I won’t teach you anything if you continue to speak to me with that tone of voice you’re using. First of all, it’s going to be impossible for you to properly wield a rifle with three fingers. I suggest you get one custom made. I could point you to the direction to do so but I’m not obligated to help you and therefore, I won’t. See me once you have done this, but approach me with such a forceful demand once again.. consider my target marked.”
I'm asking you for your services because i heard you were the best in Valoran.
Janna scoffed slightly, rolling her eyes at the man holding a lamp post before him. “Which services do you speak of?”
