Ratz raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Zeb's words. "Another decade, you say? That's quite the commitment. But if it means sticking it to those corpos, I'm all for it." He pours himself a shot of whiskey and raises his glass to Zeb. "To your next ten years of making trouble, Herr Zeb. Cheers." The dim red lights of The Chatsubo envelop the bar as they clink glasses, a quiet anticipation filling the air.

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