Nice digs.
Our cleaning lady has her hands full with the champagne room today.
I hope no one ever makes the mistake of bringing a black light in here.
Happened only once.
Boy hasn’t been right since.
The things he must have seen...
So.
You want us to fight for the amusement of your patrons.
Mostly for me, actually.
You are one sick puppy.
Takes one to know one, you little screw-loose dandy boy.
Oh stop.
So.
You want us to fight, and if we survive, you’ll tell us where the canon is.
Our current champion seems to have come down with an acute case of severed limbs, so
our typically scheduled programming is otherwise unavailable.
And you have a blood thirsty crowd.
Look at them.
Fucking kill something already.
Funny thing though.
Another fellow who was in the market for some information agreed to step into the ring as
well.
What information was that?
You.
Saw that one coming.
Heeeeeeeeeeey buddy.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck fuck fuck...
It’s been a minute.
A few.
Over two hundred million of them, if I’m not mistaken.
That’s... over two hundred years.
We’ll talk about this later.
We missed you Raul.
I know you’re a little upset.
Oh that’s definitely one way of putting it.
Where’re the rest of you?
Oh they’re around.
Haven’t found Michelle yet, but they will.
Heard you were on a little quest to find one of the old ones.
The canon is an old one?
Well isn’t that a fucking coincidence.
Much as this little parley is a riveting bit of bloodsport, would you two mind attempting
to kill each other please?
You bitch... you fucking cunt...
I do actually.
Now, Raas or Raul, or whatever you call yourself here.
We should be going.
I wish Ed was here.
Yeah well maybe if you hadn’t left me to be fucking door stop asshole!
Well?
I think I’m good Lex.
Nice to see you haven’t changed.
Nice to see you haven’t stopped dressing like a fucking edgelord from a My Chemical
Romance video you contemptuous fucking banshee.
Now, now.
There’s no need for us to fight.
Let’s just kill your friends, and we can talk all about it on the way home.
Shit, shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit...
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
Mother fuck- What the hell was that?!
We gotta go!
*deathclaws growl* *shotgun shots*
Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Hey is that you guys!
We need to get him up?
Even with this armor I don’t think I can lift him.
Hello again, back so soon, where’s Triage?
Look we can’t talk now we need you to help get our friend up.
... where’s Triage?
Dead.
Took it full to the face from the bad ass mother fucker coming after us, so unless you
want to join your boss for a fucking spot of tea in hell we need to get him off the
floor and faced towards the door pronto, okay?
So... what you’re saying is I'm unemployed.
Yeah we’ll take you to fucking HR to sign the termination papers assuming we survive
the next few seconds, okay?
*big thud*
What the fuck guys seriously you seriously couldn’t have just-
Ed. -picked any other strategy than just leaving
me on- Ed.
-the fucking floor, I think I have a hepatitis now, the deathclaw over there started dancing
naked in front of the mirror-
Hello, sweet heart.
Who the fuck is this bitch?
Roast her.
You got it.
Okay who the hell was that?
Ummm... let’s just say ex-girlfriend.