>>9593026>Who’s ta say I don’t want the money? >Maybe I have been chasin’ glory like Jerry Lawler chases pubescent pussy>Maybe I just think the belt would go with my shoes>Let me ask you somethin’ though >Have you felt it yet? The weight of that gold?>Now you’re a strong girl Skelly >Hell, you’ve been carrying the whole WWA on your back>but you ain’t that strong, and one of these days all that weight is gonna crush you >Where’s Gun Girl, Skelly?>How about Punk Elf? >What’s The Queen up to these days? You think she’s happy? >We’re done here >Bartender! This cute young thing has generously offered to pick up my tab tonight >See ya around, kid>Oh, and if see Duna tell her to stop chasin’ every last kill>At the rate she’s goin’ she’ll be stuck in Silver forever Noire saunters out of the bar. Skelly can’t help but notice she’s wearing a very sad expression as she disappears into the night.
