Imagine If Adam Jensen Was Your Mate
Meanwhile, in the Irish Stool...
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Adam Jensen walks into a bar. The barman spots him coming in and pulls a pint of Guinness. Once it settles, he puts the pint in front of the augmented customer. Jensen stares at the pint glass through cybernetic eye shades - lips pursed, brow furrowed - inspecting the black stuff from all angles, before finally opening his mouth.
“I never asked for this.”
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