>>12509159I attempted to go with the sympathetic route, maybe he just had an off day, maybe the 'ol chap wasn't like this, "Mind telling us why you're so mad, chum?"
"What I'm so mad about?"
"Yes."
"WHAT I'M SO MAD ABOUT?"
"...Yes."
"WHAT I'M SO MAD ABOUT?!?!?! GRAAAAAAGGGGGH!"
Scrafty raised the mankey wrench over our heads, and we feared for the worst of course. Those things hurt like hell, "YAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGH!"
Fortunately, an animatronic Mismagius pops out of the wall, in clear disrepair. The manky wrench comes into contact with the poor bot's neck instead of our heads, and it turns out he was just looking to fix it.
He holds an expression of disdain as he works on the robotic witch.
[I'M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIIIIIIIVE, YOU WHORES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!] yelled the Mismagius, an archived recording meant to scare the piss out of the purest of younguns on holiday.
"I'm not mad. Just frustrated. HAVEN'T GOTTEN A LICK OF SLEEP ALL WEEK I HAVEN'T! Every month, it's the same schtick, we go to some city, pick up a few stooges, scare the livin' daylights out of them, and then reward them with paradise in Glava-whatever it is. BUT DOES SCRAFTY GET ANY RELAXATION? NOT ON ME $6 WAGE I DON'T! Everyday, I wake up with headaches! I can't even think straight or see straight for that matter! Everything HURTS!"
Scrafty directed us to the veins on his forehead, which were showing clear signs of overloaded work stress. In order to further show example of his pain, he stretched his veins, and managed to get them to form a phrase.
>I CAN'T SLEEP.Scrafty kicked the Mismagius back into its hidden hiding spot, and pointed to the nearest corridor, "Now mate, I don't want to be a flaming cockmount, but I suggest you get the bloody 'ale out of me face before my fist scrunches and muddles 'deh whole pic up!"
We decided it was probably best to leave him alone.
Poor guy, all he needs is some decent shut-eye.
A) Head to the shit deck.
B) Head to the buffet.
C) Head to the bedroom.