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You give your master’s advice a long, hard, and somewhat concerned stare. She’s not on another <span class="mu-i">BENDER</span>, is she? Your master responds with a scowl that could cut through diamond.
“... who is teachink you that word?”
You did, master.
“Right. Oy…” Finishing her ciggy, Master Laika looks at her bare wrist and frowns. “Trainink ees almost over. Time for last lesson of day:”
Tossing a spent pack of <span class="mu-s">BALALAIKA-BRAND CIGARETTES</span> onto your stomach, your master jerks her head in the direction of the front door. “Buyink master more <span class="mu-s">SMOKES.</span>”
Is this one of those mundane tasks that turn out to be a technique in disguise, you ask as you slowly rise to your feet. The female cyclops shrugs her scarred shoulders.
“Sure, whatever ees helpink you sleep at night.”
Patting your pockets, you raise an eyebrow her way. Does uh… does she have any cash?
She responds by paying you with a feral growl plus tip (tip being the tip of her still-smoldering cigarette butt!). Returning to the present, you can still almost feel the cigarette burn on your cheek…
Yea, you nod, that oughta do the trick!
>ROLL ME 3d100+5 (-5 LOTSA PEOPLE, +5 GOOD WRITING IN!, +5 RAJ DISTRACT) TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
>ROLL 1 IS DIESEL, 2 IS RAJ, and 3 IS PEPPER’S LOCKPICKING!
