Mask 14 -- Crouching Travis, Hidden Moron

[gottafindexit]

YO, DIGITAL WORLD. CALLING ALL FUCKHEADS.

So, I'm getting fucking bored doing nothing in this damn inn all day. So guess what? I'll be running around this damn planet in about five minutes. I'm expecting you all of to show me some love, and you better get it damn straight that it's in your best interest to.

So, remember, ladies, gentlemen and all

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[gottafindexit]

[BAM, CLOUD. BAM. He comes out of nowhere, holding a fist uop to you.]

BROFIST, YO.

[gottafindexit]

[Dude. This is not how it's supposed to go. Screw the fact you're a badass hero -- Travis will still throw a warning punch at you. Yeah.]

TOUCHDOOOOOWN... PUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!

[gottafindexit]

[OW. NOT BROWESOME, CLOUD.]

YEOW! What the fuck!?

[gottafindexit]

[You kidding him? No pizza will ever be enough to heal his hand.]

Ow, fuck. I'll live -- I still have my head.

Though damn, man! Brofist!

[gottafindexit]

[BROFIST FUCK YEAH.]

Now that's what I'm talking about.

[gottafindexit]

[Travis is trying not to, except FUCK YEAH COOL BIKE next to him.

Anyway. he blinks, staring at Cloud and the ice before snagging it.]

...thanks.

[gottafindexit]

Yeah...

How's things been? I haven't been out and about as much as I'd fucking want.

[gottafindexit]

...you don't say.

[Travis pauses, shuffling the ice around on his hand.]

Means something nasty could happen in the future, at least in my world.