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[redshitlord]

HELP OK SO

UM

I NEED TO KNOW LIKE WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU ASK SOMEONE TO GO DO SOMETHING AND THEY SAY YES

ALSO WHEN YOU KIND OF MAYBE



THINK THEYRE REALLY COOL ??? IN A LOT OF WAYS

TAILGTE SAYS BRING A PRESENT AND TALK ABOUT YROUSELF BUT ?????



HOW DO I DO THIS HELP ITS IMPORTANT

[No, it's really not that important. He's just panicking and completely misreading a situation. Whoops.]

Comments

[warandpeace]

People wouldn't bother with anyone else if there was no payout. So hard or not, it's gotta be worth something.

My arm and leg. I'm a double amputee. Had to get prosthetics on the ship.

[redshitlord]

Worth something... yeah. Yeah, dude, I get you.

Whoa. Like... Anakin?

[warandpeace]

One arm just below the shoulder. One leg below the knee. Wasn't a pretty scene.

Seems to have happened to a lot of people here.

[He's sort of glad he's not alone. At least it shamed him into prosthetics.]

[redshitlord]

... Eugh.

And. You guys don't just. Pop stuff back on, right?

[warandpeace]

No.

But considering you have a hot date ahead, I'll spare you the gruesome details. [Normally he wouldn't, as he hates the Skulls, and wants everyone else to, too.]

I'd rather you go into it with a sense of confidence.

[redshitlord]

Um!

I don't. Know if it's hot!

[warandpeace]

I'm just teasing you. [These big Metal Gear-ish people are really oddly cute. Despite him needing to immediately fend off a midlife crisis.]

Go have a good time.

[redshitlord]

Oh, okay, good. Awesome.

Whew.

Y-yeah you too dude. With. Stuff.