>>5124195https://youtu.be/JenMS9t4byE“Now don’t take dis’ the wrong way, sis,” Paulie remarks as Talbot and Tucker drop the final unconscious looter in the pile next to his truck, “but I kinda miss da’ ole’ days where us boneheads were the only ones roamin’ the roads!”
Giving the disarmed looter’s gagged and still-squirming form a dirty look, you turn to Paulie and shrug–you don’t really agree, but you get what he’s saying!
“You’d think the roads would be safe after all our hard work…” Art remarks as Syb buries her face in Art’s shoulder. “Well… <span class="mu-i">safer</span>...”
“And you’d think you Rent-A-Cop types would be able ta’ hold on to your wheels!” Replies the greaser as the three gunners inspect the merch in the back of the truck. “A day or so ago these chumps were only packin’ peashooters an’ bricks on wheels, but now they’re findin’ abandoned goodies all over town like Easter Eggs or somethin’!” Giving the pile of looters a scowl of his own, the greaser calms himself by running his comb through his hair once more. “Ah well, whaddaya’ gonna do, huh?”
“Errr, staying off the roads for a bit would be the smart thing to do…” Tucker suggests with a sheepish look on his face.
“HA! And miss out on all my sales? Good thing I’m a dumbass, huh kid?” Nudging Tucker in the ribs, Paulie motions for you to follow him. “Speakin’ of dumbasses, got a little surprise for ya’, sis–hope it didn’t get too banged-up in da’ ride…”
You meet Paulie’s grin with a stony face. If he’s giving you back that damn <span class="mu-b">MOPED</span> you foisted onto him-
“Not unless you want it, sis–da’ customer is always right!” Taking position by the passenger’s seat of the truck, the skeleton raps his knuckles on the door a few times!
“I give to you, my dear, for a limited time only: <span class="mu-b">THE MISSING LINK!</span> Make sure ta’ use <span class="mu-i">small words</span> around him, kid–his head’s got a lotta’ empty space in it, dig?”
Before Paulie can get another word in, a sneakered foot kicks the door open revealing a skeleton greaser wearing a striped shirt you’d recognize anywhere!
“Cripes, Stan–you coulda’ let those maniacs put a few holes in this guy, ya know…”
Dropping to the dirt with a cocky grin on his bony face, <span class="mu-g">STRIPES</span> holds his arms out to give you a hug. “Get in here, sis–it’s rude ta’ keep a guy hangin’!”
And ‘get over there’ you do! Wrapping both Paulie and Stripes in a bear hug, the pains of the morning are swiftly replaced with childlike glee!
“Jeez, Stan, you keep clingin’ to me like this an’ you’ll make those other guys jealous!”
You respond by flipping the one-finger salute behind you. You know what? You don’t care!
“Wow, alright.” Talbot grunts. “Rude, much?”
>CONTD. 