Altair and Malik are discussing assassination techniques in the jerusalem beaurau and seem to be drunk due to the fact there are a couple of empty beer cans lying about.
Altair : [ staggeringly] he...hey Malik sorry bout yo...your brother
Malik : dont wor...worry man...
Altair : why nigga ?
Malik : he wasn't my bro. I just new him for those five minutes in sequence one...
Altair gave Malik the "WTF" look
Malik : what ? didn't you read the script ?
Altair glared at Malik and concluded that he was out of his mind.
Altair : Malik...
Malik : yes Alty-Alta-ear ?
Altair : sorry for your left arm
Malik : Dont be...
Altair : What the fuck ?
Malik : dont worry Alty nothing happened.
Altair : are you fuckin insane ? they like cut off your arm...
Malik : no they didnt, they just changed my character model...
Altair : [ now sure that malik had lost it ] Malik you dont have an arm. are you fucking crazy ?
Malik : for the last time, i still have my arm
Altair : where is it ?
Malik : its invisible
Altair : stop shittin it
Malik punches Altair in the face with his ' invisible ' arm...
Altair : owwww...damnit nigga...[ sudden realisation ]. dude your arm
Malik : toldya
Altair : i need one of those
Altair points to the Ubi team and gives an evil smirk. The team nervously starts creating a new model.
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