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The door opens. Arcade slams it behind him. Then he thinks to look up.
"Okay. Not where I was planning to go today, but okay," he says. As one of the waitrats scurries up to him he says, "I'm going to need something to help wash the taste of dealing with a particularly overentitled brat of a nouveau riche cattle baron's son throwing a hissy fit all over the Fort today and disrupting people trying to get actual work done. Got a recommendation for me?"
The rat squeaks, races off to the Bar, and returns with a bottle of beer and a red plastic egg. Arcade hands over some caps and accepts the beer, but squints at the egg in puzzlement, especially since it cracks in half to reveal an odd pinkish goo.
"Uh, what am I supposed to do with this, exactly?"
The rat's job description does not include explaining silly putty to the post-nuclear patrons, alas.
"Okay. Not where I was planning to go today, but okay," he says. As one of the waitrats scurries up to him he says, "I'm going to need something to help wash the taste of dealing with a particularly overentitled brat of a nouveau riche cattle baron's son throwing a hissy fit all over the Fort today and disrupting people trying to get actual work done. Got a recommendation for me?"
The rat squeaks, races off to the Bar, and returns with a bottle of beer and a red plastic egg. Arcade hands over some caps and accepts the beer, but squints at the egg in puzzlement, especially since it cracks in half to reveal an odd pinkish goo.
"Uh, what am I supposed to do with this, exactly?"
The rat's job description does not include explaining silly putty to the post-nuclear patrons, alas.