[27.00: I'm back~]

[psychoticracer]

Ugh... motherFUCKER.... feel like I got run over by a fucking Blast Bot...

Razer, y'want that drink still? I'm game.

[text]

Akagi. Didn't skip out on you. Meet you tonight. Where do you want it.

[audio again]

All of you who thought to mess with me while I was sick... I saw that.

Don't think you can get away with it anymore.

Be seeing you

Comments

[pimp_hat]

Joo lookin' for a drink too eh mon? I be feelin' joo. My flask be almost empty and I be needin' to stock up.

[psychoticracer]

Well you're a new one. What an odd accent.

There's a few bars on.... Deck 8. Go wild.

I recommend El Mojito. [snrk]

[pimp_hat]

Da name's Kevas. Who joo be?

El Mohetoe? Nevah heard of it. Prefah cherry grog myself. Best ting dat's evah graced dese lips.

[psychoticracer]

A - no no, it's the name of one of the bars.

Name's Commander Erol. You a round-ear?

[pimp_hat]

Dat so? Den I know where I be headin' next.

Round-ear? No mon I be a troll.

[Kevas pauses and thinks. Did he mean a pink-skin?]

Why joo be askin'?

[psychoticracer]

"Troll?" Not heard of 'em. Hm. You sound a little bit like a Lur - .... No, nevermind. They can barely string a sentence together, let alone operate a communicator.

Just curious. We get a lot of round-ears around here, I'm curious to see how many of my own kind show up.

[pimp_hat]

Nevah seen a troll before? Den joo be in for a treat. Dere ain't notin' dat can party hardah or drink more den a troll!

Yeah, wouldn' mind seein' more of my own. 'Specially some women. Dere notin' like da curves onna troll woman...

[Kevas drifts off at the thought and his mind dives straight into the gutter.]

[psychoticracer]

Right. You have fun with your little masturbatory fantasies, then.

Your idea of a good time is not quite along the same lines as mine, I suspect. My goal is not generally to imbibe greater quantities than the next person.

Enjoy Deck 8, seems right up your alley.