What? It is madə in Acara Shura! Wə do not givə guns likə that to foriəngiərs!
*He showed his lisence for the gun.*
It is minə!
Shut up, that's CREEPY, um, Brocky Pocky? You're pocky now. Not doing romantic Brocky, not right now. Too early for that sht.
Yes, I did use the off-switch. It was fun.
How long did that take?
Noooo! My vent character is dead....
Playing murder robot all the time made me sad. Needed to stop before I went mad
Starting to feel sick. Maybe drinking melted robot juice acid was a bad thing. Oh God, my insides are burning... I can't fix this. I feel like my mouth is foaming, for some reason, oh god!!
Welp, guess they’re going on another vacation
If you’d like to go somewhere far away, I would recommend northern canadadia, population 12. No one’s going to find the bodies bother you up there besides Mr Moose, eh
Shut up, I am trying to makə you rəcovər.
*He takes his hand into his chest, grabbing a needle, stabbing it into Pricane, then proceeds to pull the bullets out.*
I dunno Novicanə, but I know that you arə gətting on mə DAMN NƏRVƏS.
*He then grabs the Vodinə, just gulping it, then bandaging his wounds.*
Thərə. Now do not try to attack mə or you gət thə 9mm.
*He just dropped him onto the ground, then walked to the bar, drinking more Vodka and Vodinə.*
Brocklandia, may I havə Thə Pləasurə of Russians?
*the painkiller kicks in*
*still wary of the procedure*
*lies there, questioning everything*
God, I died on my shift...
Thank you... I suppose...
*sleeps from exhaustion*
Sure. I'll just go out back and see what we have in the way of cavalry horses and mattresses. Ever since that business with Catherine the Great, though, the management requires that you sign this waiver first, in case the winch breaks again.
*gets up and leaves to the roof, with my clothes in my mouth*
I'll be back later. I think it's time to take a vacation, too.
Compənsatə? I havə Najakon Khazars?