>>12508250While the Captain sauntered off to attend to the buffet, I had business of my own to attend to. Before heading to our designated room, we decided to chat it up with some more patrons. Since it's inevitable something wrong is going to go down.
We have that certain "bad luck" charisma, see.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2KHXyw0hc4The Scrafty we had come across on-board definitely didn't seem to be the type to want to socialize with anyone, or even say anything good at all.
If anything, the mankey wrench he was consistently slapping on his palms was evidence enough of what the guy was capable of.
Fixing your house, and fixing you a new one.
"Excuse me, si-"
"WHAT!?"
His eyes were twitching, face covered in soot, oil, and some other indiscernible black liquid. He shook his mankey wretch as he talked, blatant evidence of his anger, almost as if his brash tone wasn't proof enough.
Contrary to his appearance, his accent was more in tune with a loud, offensive, cockney scumbag.
"I'VE BEEN WORKING ALL BLOOMIN' DAY! Ya hear?! ALL. BLOOMIN'. DAY! Keeping 'dee ship in tippity-toop-top shape for 'deh sail see, I WORK OUT THE KINKS, THE TINKS, AND ON-THE SIDE I BONK SOME LOVELY CHINKS!"
Quags coughed into his arm, that was...unneeded, to say the least.
After subtly calling out the obscenity, Quags made small talk, something he was (most of the time) better at than me, "Look chap, we don't want any trouble. We just want to become acquainted with you in case...anything bad were to happen..."
Scrafty stretched out his sagging, decaying skin-bag and retrieved a rag. Normally that'd be commonplace...
If it weren't for the fact that said rag was stained in red.
Yeah, not a good sign.
We opted to keep quiet about it unless it were to become a necessary priority.
A) "So you work on the animatronics here?"
B) "So you work on the ship's machinery here?"
C) "So, that rag....Why's that red again?"
D) "Mind telling us why you're so mad, chum?"
