HEY CoW, WAKE THE FECK UP!

[not_a_liberator]

/STAGGERS OUT INTO THE STREET, PISS DRUNK AND YELLING TO HIMSELF

/clumsily knocks over a trash bin in the process, practically tripping himself

Th' feck--

/vision swimming, he sees a news vendor in the distance. Thinking it to be Fontaine, he furiously punts the trash can out of his path as he stumbles over to it, grabbing it and shaking it.

Comments

[1st_protagonist]

*IS ABRUPTLY ATTRACTED TO THE SOUND OF THIS COMMOTION*

*JOINS ATLAS IN WAILING ON THE NEWS VENDOR*

What did this guy do, huh, huh? ono

[hackthecity]

Man, you both got some screws loose.

[1st_protagonist]

You can tighten my screws any day, buddy. BD

BUT RIGHT NOW, I'M BUSY TEACHING THIS VENDOR A LESSON

HOW DARE IT REPRESS ME

[hackthecity]

...

Son, I wouldn't tighten your screws with a ten foot pole.

[1st_protagonist]

You have a ten-foot pole? *A*

[hackthecity]

What? No. It's just an expression.

Stop looking at me like that.

[1st_protagonist]

*looks at you like that*

*looks at you like that allll over*

[hackthecity]

Uh...hey, that vendor's gettin away. Ain't you supposed to be making it pay for...whatever it was you psychos think it did?

[1st_protagonist]

Oh, psh. I get repressed all the time; I wasn't really that upset about it.

That vendor can pay... later. B)

[not_a_liberator]

REPESSED US, LAD

KEEP HITTIN'

[1st_protagonist]

*BEATS IT WITH A WRENCH*

[not_a_liberator]

ONE TWO PUNCH, ONE TWO PUNCH!