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"NEXT!" Called the man sitting at the registration table. Looks like thats me... "Name." He drawled. "Uh~" Oh no..that voice was'nt going to fool anyone. I cleared my throat. "Uh....Ping." Yeah, that deep voice was much more convincing. The man shot me an annoyed look. "Ping...what?" He growled. Well geez. Don't blame me if you don't like your own job. "Excuse me!" He screamed. Oh shoot, did I say that out loud? "Fa...my name is Fa Ping." He continued to stare me down. "Any relation to Fa Zhou?" "Thats my Pop." I smiled slightly. He returned my friendly gesture with a scowl. "Your dad was a great warrior...you must be whats left." He handed me a ticket. "Your in tent 133, with Yao, Poe, and Li. Now get out of my line! You smell like fruit cakes and panty liners." I wrinkled my nose at him. But started walking in the direction he pointed me in. Aye-ya! This was SUCH a bad idea.
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