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Dario has found himself in quite the predicament: he magically transformed into a near perfect carbon copy of his boss, a drug trafficking, whore peddling kingpin (with whom he has an uneasy acquaintance), said boss is unconscious in a heap on the ground in his office, and his soldiers are pounding on the door shouting to be let in.

Dario was only slightly worried that his old friend might kill him. Now, he's certain that their honor guard [i][u]will[/u][/i] kill them [i]both.[/i]

Yeah, YOU, Baylong. I'm talking about YOU. ;-)