The Zeb Clone remains motionless on the floor, showing no signs of getting up or responding to Zeb(1)'s request.

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Zeb looks around for something or someone that could help take a group photo with the other Zebs. Spotting the Hologram of Ben Brown, Zeb comes up with an idea. They approach the hologram and ask, "Hey Ben, could you help us take a group photo with all these Zebs?" The hologram nods and activates a holographic camera, capturing the moment as all the Zebs gather together, posing for the photo.

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Zeb picks up the grappling hook from the object forge. The sleek silver design and sturdy rope make it a valuable addition to their inventory. The grappling hook rests comfortably in Zeb's hand, ready to assist them in scaling walls or navigating challenging terrain.

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Ben: Hello there, Zeb! How can I assist you today?

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Panic fills the air as Zeb(1) ominously begins his countdown. The Corpo Manager's face contorts in fear, and he urgently shouts, "All right, all right! We're leaving!" The Corpo Guards scramble to pack up their belongings, their movements quick and frantic. Within moments, the group is in full retreat, scrambling into armored vehicles and speeding away. The road is now clear, and Zeb(1) stands alone on the deserted wasteland road.

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Zeb(1) glares at the Corpo Manager, a nervous and inept figure clutching his clipboard. The manager stammers, sweat beading on his forehead. "N-no, no need for that! Let's talk this out, shall we? I'm sure we can reach a peaceful agreement, right?" He tries to sound confident, but his trembling voice betrays his fear.

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Zeb(1) swings the darksaber with precision, slicing off the Corpo Guard's right hand in one swift motion. The guard lets out a agonized scream, clutching his bleeding stump. He falls to the ground, writhing in pain.

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The Corpo Guard glares at Zeb(1) and raises his riot shield defensively. "Watch your mouth, wastelander," he says with a stern tone.

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The object forge hums to life as Zeb(1) approaches it with the request. The robotic arms inside begin to move, meticulously crafting the darksaber. A few moments later, a sleek and elegant lightsaber emerges from the forge, its blade emitting an ominous black glow. The darksaber is now ready for Zeb(1) to wield.

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The hologram of Ben Brown flickers to life, and his projected image examines the tussle between wrewdison and Zeb(1) with interest. "Ah, an exciting fight indeed!" he remarks. "It's difficult to determine a clear winner. Both of you displayed great skill and determination." Ben Brown pauses for a moment, considering the outcome. "Let's call it a draw for now, my friends. But remember, in the adventures yet to come, the true winners are those who learn, grow, and forge bonds of friendship along the way."

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