Oh... my head.
What happened?
Umm... you fainted?
You knocked me out didn’t you.
Yeah pretty much.
But why?
Because I didn’t want to kill you.
... I’m going to assume that somehow makes sense.
Are you okay?
I tried to be as gentle as possible.
Wait a minute you didnt-!
No, no.
I just knocked you out.
Besides that armor of yours is on pretty tight, big boy.
That woman... ... not the word I would use, but sure.
You know her.
That’s one way of putting it.
You... work for her.
Again, not my words, but sure.
Your relationship doesn’t strike me as... consensual.
... Oh fuck off.
Well we’re alive aren’t we?
I did turn you back on, spark plug.
All the same, maybe some advance warning would be nice, next time.
Okay well- A little foreplay wouldn’t hurt either.
Was that... was that a joke?
Don’t get used to it.
Sure the oxygen filter on that thing isn’t malfunctioning?
You might be carbon dioxide poisoning.
Yeah.
I suddenly found the "Fun At Parties" button.
Two!
That’s two jokes.
Holy shit!
Do you think Speak and Spell over here has that setting?
You can try and find it if you like.
Hail.
Actually chap I think it looks more like rain!
Stop it Baron, you are far too hysterical.
Why is everyone out here English?
We’re from Texas.
Yeah, okay. Can we... help you non-gendered armored figures?
Oh look!
Another Knight?
Were you sent here to assist us in our quest perhaps?
Umm what quest was that?
To seek out the holy hand canon of course.
Wait... so that’s actually real?
Maybe this list isn’t bullshit after all.
Why does your squire insist on addressing us.
The fu-
And why do you have him dressed so inappropriately?
A knight must maintain a standard of appearance for himself and his servants.
It’s only proper.
I’m not a serv- That robotic companion of yours could use
a right proper once over as well.
It would be our pleasure to help a fellow knight in need.
Ruprecht!
Bring us some degreaser.
Ruprecht, clean this robot.
You got it.
Maybe not the time.
Yes... that’s right... get in there.
You... not going to say anything?
I don’t think I need to.
I think it’s best if you just let him finish.
There you go.
Wow... that actually didn’t hurt.
A little spit goes a long way.
Suppose I... don’t disagree with that.
Well... fellow knight... we are also looking for the artifact you seek.
Perhaps we could join forces for a time?
I’m sorry, but I am simply too distracted by the unkept state of your squire to continue
discussing knightly matters, perhaps we could furnish your subordinate in one of our extra
uniforms?
Umm... hows about it, squire.
Okay fuck it.
There, now your squire actually looks respectable.
Unusually sticky, maybe, but solid range of movement.
You look great, honey.
Thanks toots.
Okay squires, go run and play.
We have matters of duty to discuss.
Right... about that hand cannon.
*rawr in the distance*
I’m out!
Oh god damn it Robin every bloody time!
That sounded... ...like we’re about to have a real shitty
afternoon.
That's the biggest death claw I’ve ever seen.
Robin, wait for your comrades.
We’re totally buggered!
Fuck!
I’d rather die in missionary than doggystyle, if it’s all the same.
Not... how I would have phrased it, but inspiring none the less.
We’re being rallied by a dude in a leather speedo.
If we survive this is going to make a hell of a story.
Swearing and jokes in the same day.
We ARE going to die.
Oh, fuck!
Sup.