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The Ghost chuckles. "Yeah. Believe me, I know. I've gotten lucky with them before. I don't think that you'll be too happy if you try though."
"Why not?" The Marine says, indignant, adjusting his grip on his gauss rifle.
"You're not Psionic." The Ghost says, taking a drag on a cigar.
"What's that got to do with anything?" The Marine says, biomonitor showing agitation.
"They ain't got no holes, son. Smooth as a Ken doll." The Ghost chuckles heartily as he measures the Marine's reaction.
A moment.
"Still. If you wanna risk an aneurysm, proposition one of em'.. Mind-melding is pretty damn fun if you can hack it."
"Gahddamn psionics.." The Marine grumbles.