Fucking Christ.
I'm not asking for an explanation. Not this time. I don't want one because I can actually think of a few possibilities, and all I can conclude from that is ignorance is bliss.
This is because I was complaining about being bored the other day, huh? That whole "be careful what you wish for" bullshit logic. Anyway.
BOSSMAN. I'm calling in a sick day, unless you really want me to show up naked.
Zombie, consider this your first lesson in niceness and bring me home a pack of smokes.
[[Eyepatch's payment for his memory crystal is being stuck in a
curtain dress for a week. Yep.]]