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"Man, I got to say, thanks for the invitation, I've been low on cash lately and killing people to take their chrome seems preem."
"You'll do great! Welcome to the Vacs gang."
"The... Vacs gang?"
"Yes! We are Vacs, because we collect chrome like vacuum cleaner, yes? A great gang theme, we offer vacuum cleaners to all members, because that is what our gang is about."
"Wait, I thought you were inviting me to join the Sca-"
The man's jaw was grabbed and slammed shut, "Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, and also, shut the fuck up Vlad."
"Mph?"
"We are the Vacs. We are a gang legally and nominally distinct from any prior gangs that operated in Night City. We are very much not like a certain gang that will not be named. You understand me, yes?"
"Man, fuck off. I know the name is supposed to be cursed or something, but you're being a superstitious fucking pussy right now. Fuck this stupid Vacs thing, if I'm going to robbing people, I'll do it as a Scav, and you all can lick my-" there was a crashing noise as his words were suddenly interrupted by an explosion of blood and viscera.
The survivor glanced around, before grabbing a single surviving chrome arm from the would-be new initiate. "Boy, the VACS," he said loudly, "sure will appreciate selling these using our VACS market connections, yes? It's all good?" He stood there for a few more seconds, before letting out a sigh of relief and shaking his head. "Where the fuck did she even get an anvil from, anyway?"