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You give Stripes a smile as you begin walking towards the <span class="mu-b">PILE O’ PRISONERS</span> near the back of the truck. You’ll get back to him once you’ve uh… <span class="mu-i">introduced yourself</span> to your new pal!
“You call yer’ pal Stripes if he gives you lip, dig?”
You’ll definitely <span class="mu-i">think</span> about it! Waving the skeleton away, you firmly plant your feet in front of the sole conscious <span class="mu-r">LOOTER</span> lying bound and gagged on a pile of his snoozing pals. Guess everyone had their seatbelts on, huh?
“You wanna have a little chit-chat, doll?” Asks one of the two armed skelegreasers guarding the pile. “Head’s up– he’s a bit of a wet rag, dig?”
Yea, you sigh, you’ve got a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> of experience dealing with jerks. Exchanging shrugs, the sentries wordlessly remove the gag from the looter’s mask filter, prompting a series of pained coughs from the prisoner!
“Acck! Ptth… Fuckin’ idiots! You know how hard it is to breathe through this goddamn gimp mask!?” Turning his rage-filled eye lenses your way, the looter greets you with a bestial growl!
“Oh look, <span class="mu-r">BONE-BLOWER’S</span> back! Hey, you let me go right now and fight me like a human–I’ll show you how that <span class="mu-i">shoulda</span> played out, you cheatin’ motherfucker…”
Man, this guy is all-smiles, huh? Tapping your foot on the dirt impatiently, you decide to start slow–what’s his name?
“Go.”
You blink in surprise–what kind of weird-ass name is-
“Go <span class="mu-s">FUCK</span> Yerself!”
Ah. Must be foreign. Alright, you continue with a crack of your neck, here’s how it’s gonna go-
“Sorry, bitch, I don’t speak <span class="mu-s">CHINCHILLA</span> or whatever the fuck you are!” The looter spits through his mask! “Let me go or get your boyfriends to put a bullet in my head already–I got shit ta’ do!”
“Real charmer, dis’ one.” Ly remarks as the captive tries to kick sand at you! Yea, you agree, thoughtfully rubbing your chin, you’ve never been called a <span class="mu-i">chihuahua</span> before!
“Sounds like we’re gonna need ta’ soften’ dis’ tough guy up a bit first…” Ly sighs. “If we really <span class="mu-i">DO</span> need somethin’ outta’ him, dat’ is… Any ideas?”
Glancing around the parking lot, a few come to mind…
>SCARE TACTICS! YOU’VE GOT BONE CLAWS AND STUFF–HE DOESN’T NEED TO KNOW YOU AREN’T GONNA USE ‘EM!
>WORK HIS FACE A BIT–IT’S NOT LIKE THERE’S A GENOA CONVENTION HERE!
>YOU ATTRACT MORE BEES WITH HONEY, OR WHATEVER–GIVE HIM SOMETHING! (BEER? SNACKS? MERMAID SMUT? OTHER ITEMS?)
>GET A FRIEND TO HELP OUT! (WHO?)
>HEY, DOESN’T THAT REMOTE-CONTROLLED DUCK HAVE A ‘HONK’ FUNCTION?
>LEAVE THIS CHUMP FOR NOW–YOU’RE WASTING TIME.
>JUST KILL THIS JERK--YOU’RE LOSING STREET CRED BY THE SECOND!
>WRITE-IN!
