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Dennis looked off into the distance searching from any signs of reactants to his flare but to his surprise there was none. Well not actually none but the voce he heard couldn't of been referring to the flare he just shot into the air. Dennis was a bit occupied at first to fully hear the man but he did hear him. "What the bloody hell was that!?" He asked him self looking around his eyes soon coming across a somewhat old man or was it a mole man...Dennis couldn't fully tell so he aimed his sniper at him to get a better look at him through his scope. "Oi you codger minger!" Dennis called out to the elderly man that was throwing his first in his direction. "For fuck sake the flare is to signal other bounty hunters not merchants!" Dennis cursed the flare sliding down to the ground and walking over to him. "My apologies I was trying to signal for help." He stated scratching his head laughing. The man was quite rude but sniping a merchant his against the law because he called you a foul name. Dennis was seriously trying not to flat out shoot the guy. Besides apologizing he took a quick gander at the merchants shop. Of course he stood still awaiting the merchants response he just simply glanced behind him noticing some very valuable items. "Excuse me but would you happen to have a silencer for a sniper?" 
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"perhaps, but after you pointed that old scattergun of yours at me, I'm not sure I want to sell anything to you!" The man replied sharply, seeing one of his robots shuffle a bit in the corner and him signal frantically for it to stay still, which it did. The rusty hunk of metal bore a shape like a very large trashcan, a few lights here and there dotting it's body. This one seemed harmless enough. Sighing, he knew he'd the business. He couldn't keep a grudge to keep him out of a sale when his business was just barely scraping buy. He didn't merely enough money from his retirement fund he had set up years ago to sustain his experiment. Rubbing his scalp, he moaned to himself, stepping past the man he had just insulted to the best of his ability. The few visible Mechanical monsters with odd shapes, looking like spiders, trashcans, or unicycles, seemed to scamper away as he opened the door and shooed them.
"I've got a few, come on in" He said reluctantly replied, signalling the man in with one hand, and hobbling with the other. The place was dusty and a bit gross, but had an antique look to it. The wooden floors, the fancy look, it was rather elegant, had it not been run down.
"I do in fact have silencers, but the question is, are you willing to sacrifice accuracy, or comfort, because you're either give you the first, or a giant one"