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Imagine If Adam Jensen Was Your Mate

Meanwhile, in the Irish Stool...

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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