The discovery that their important weapon props were gone instantly threw the entire Greenskin spawn camp into an uproar. The place became a complete mess, and most people's enthusiasm plummeted.
Fortunately, no one ran off.
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Thus, the Marines and ordinary soldiers standing guard around the camp merely exchanged looks. After thinking it over, none of them stepped forward to suppress the commotion, instead letting the Greenskins who had just crawled out of the ground keep making a fuss.
"Uwaaaah--!"
"Mine's gone too!"
"Stop looking. Of course yours is gone. You're a Greenskin, get it? A Greenskin!"
"I don't get it!"
"I only know that without that thing, how am I supposed to pick up girls later--"
"??"
"Did you come here to play a game, or to pick up girls?"
"What's the difference?"
"Enough!"
"I'm not arguing with you. Greenskins reproduce asexually, through spores!"
"Do you even know what spores are?"
"Greenskins don't have genders. We're half animal, half fungus—we're a bunch of walking mushrooms! So stop your fucking howling!"
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Gradually, everyone quieted down. Then, after some people talked them through it, many slowly and reluctantly accepted reality.
After all, it was just a game. If certain props were gone, then they were gone. It did not seem like such a big deal—at most, it thoroughly snuffed out certain thoughts that some people should not have had in the first place.
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At that moment, the Greenskin whose ID was "Slacker" was standing beside "Master Assassin Ezio."
He first examined the other man's arm with a curious gaze. Then he reached out and gave the other's bicep a squeeze, his thick green fingers lingering for quite a while over the somewhat rough skin and hard muscle.
"??"
"What are you doing?"
Seeing this, the