Fisto: "Caaalll meeeeee ...."
Oh god fucking damn it, not again.
Excuse me.
Jesus!
Edna!
What is up with everyone creeping up on people around here?!
You shot my robot!
Yeah well maybe you shouldn 't go sneaking up on a guy in the middle of the ...late afternoon.
You shot my robot.
Homeboy, I just fist fucked an army of robots
to death. You think that little flashlight is going to rattle my chain?
Fair point. Calm down Edna. He didn't mean it.
Who the fuck are you?
Just a moment. Edna, begin recording.
Why ... exactly are you recording this?
Oh wait ... no ... it's not what it looks like. This isn't for me.
Whatever you have to tell yourself.
What are you doing, exactly? Why, exactly, do you care?
We spoke at the bar, right? ... not ringing any bells.
You asked me about the F1570 's? Look I talk to a lot of heavily armored men
in bars so ... We talked about RobCo, and their “fisto”
units. Oh. Right. The fucking monologuer.
...yes. Edna and I were curious why you were searching for these robots, so we followed
you. You ... followed me ...? Last night?
Correct. And you saw ... all the things I did ...? Last
night? I don't think I'll ever be able to forget.
Why did you destroy the units? And why didn 't you just shoot them?
Well if I was going to die, I'd rather go out doing what I love, wouldn 't you? And
I didn 't want to damage the map. Why are you looking for a map inside of an
old broken robot? Beats the fuck out of me, but Star Wars got
away with it so why can't we? What?
Forget it. Damn it. It's not here. No ... no no no no no!
What do you know. Looks like we got a stray. Well that just takes all the sport out of
it. Well fist fuck me for forty-eight hours and
call me daddy. I think this is it. But I'm not sure what
... It's a T51 data module.
What is T51- oh god damn it’s that power armor isn't it?
Okay, what do you want. I'm a...historian of sorts. I chronicle the
details of the wasteland with my eyebot documentary narrative assistant here, and log it away
for future generations. You just ... record things.
Correct. ...like mundane shit like this?
Yes. Who on earth would be interested in watching
something so incredibly fucking boring? You fist robots and I chronicle the wastes.
Glass houses, my friend. I'm more familiar with a different kind of
glass, but sure, whatever. That doesn't answer my question.
What do you want from me? If I tell you what’s on the map, I want
to come with you. What possible reason would you have to come
with me. ...You have an ancient treasure map.
I didn 't say fuck all about treasure. You just fisted an entire robot army to death,
there has to be something pretty valuable on it.
So what is it? I... can't tell you.
Even better. A mystery. Something to break up my VLOG 's.
Commonwealth log, day eighty one. The rash I developed in Far Harbor has only gotten
worse. God damn it. Fine. You can come with me. But
we need to do this quick before the dip shits stir up trouble again and turbo bitch blows
a fuse. You say a lot of things that confuse me.
Get used to it. Here. It looks like a gorge in the northern foothills
... and it says "Bridge of Death". Oh ... god. Fucking. Damn it.
Yes, that sounds ominous. No, that 's not the problem at all.
What is it then. I fucking hate British humor.
Do you ... want to maybe find some pants? No, I'm fine. But tell your robot to stop
staring. Tell that to your antenna, hot stuff. Say,
you seem to have gotten around. You ever happen to run it a guy named st-