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I never created Bubblegum Crisis characters.
Brian J. Mason frowned after he glanced from his drink on a table to the singer's blonde wig. He remembered her being introduced as Priss. One eye widened while he focused on her wig. The vocals didn't appeal to him a whole lot. Mason had his reasons for obtaining drinks within Hot Legs. Long hours consisting of gathering Boomer technology.
Mason thought he viewed Priss turning to him and scowling occasionally. Shrugging, he wondered if she knew that he was a GENOM executive. Perhaps it was because he didn't appear to be thrilled.
''I'll work on Boomers tomorrow,'' Mason muttered.
THE END