38th Bounty [Text]

[ruthless_hunter]

Dear Santa,

If you're smart you'll get me the following:

Power cells for a Cybertronian-sized ship
High-grade energon
Polishing wax
Surface-to-air missile launcher
Rail gun with laser sighting

-Lockdown

Comments

[ironmanic]

You into sharing?

[ruthless_hunter]

Maybe. Something caught your optic?

[ironmanic]

Uh- everything but the wax?

[ruthless_hunter]

I figured as much.

Still, I dunno who this "Santa" guy even is, or why I wrote asking him for stuff.

[ironmanic]

He's an old fat guy who breaks into your house, eats your food, and leaves you presents.

[ruthless_hunter]

[Snort.] He'd have a Pit of a time gettin' into my place. It's got top-of-the-line defenses. He'd also be outta luck when it comes to my food, since I don't keep meatbag food.

[ironmanic]

He's Santa. He does what he wants. Including getting past your defenses.

[ruthless_hunter]

Is that so? And why does he break into your place just to leave stuff?

[ironmanic]

Google it.

[ruthless_hunter]

Google?

[ironmanic]

Search engine- one of the most prominent. For now.

[He's pondered marketing his own outside of his private servers.]

[ruthless_hunter]

Ah. I just use my computer's built-in search engine.