After a few moments waiting, Blitz finally answers the door, wearing only a pair of pyjama bottoms with his chest bare.
"What do you want snowball? It's first thing in the morning." Blitz replies in a Schwarznegger like german accent.
"Comrade, I need to talk to you about something...alone." Exile repies, entering the room as Blitz steps aside and closes the door.
"What about? I barely recovered from my beauty rest, can't it have waited?" Blitz replies again, frustrated by this sudden visit. "Just hurry up and say something; I need to freshen up for the day so I can impress the pretty girl!"
'Like that's ever gonna happen...' Exile thinks before he starts his explanation. "Well, you see comrade..."
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