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[walkonmyarms]

I'm looking for someone. Goes by the name of Samus Aran. Anyone seen her?

The name's Weavel. I'm a bounty hunter. Cooperate, and I might not have to kill you.

Comments

[pedaltothemetal]

Depends on what you want.

[walkonmyarms]

I want her dead. Now, are you going to tell me where she is? Or am I going to have to get violent?

[pedaltothemetal]

Ooh, in that case, no can do.

[walkonmyarms]

[An energy blade pops out of his right arm] This is the last time I'm going to ask. Where is the Hunter?!

[monotreme_101]

...You? Kill me?

Bitch. Please.

[walkonmyarms]

I've killed far worse than you before. I'm fairly sure I can handle some rodent.

[monotreme_101]

You might be big news wherever it is you're from? But see, just about everyone in this place is big news wherever they're from, and you don't look like nothin' special to me.

And ask the last guy who thought he could handle this 'rodent' how well that worked out for him and his robot army and giant mechs and giant space stations.

[walkonmyarms]

Yeah? Well, just tell me what you know about Samus Aran, and we won't even have to bother figuring out just how much I'd destroy you.

[badasscopters]

Tsk, tsk, ain't you touchy?

[walkonmyarms]

Does everyone here have a death wish or something?

[badasscopters]

Eh? Me? Die at your hand?

Heh. Don't make me laugh.

[walkonmyarms]

Uh-huh. And just what are you going to do to stop me? [Weavel pulls up his arm cannon, pointing it at Goose]

[icequeen_aran]

Oh you again.

[walkonmyarms]

Ah, there you are. I spend all this time interrogating and trying to kill people, and you show yourself just like that. [Weavel activates his energy blade.] Any last words, Hunter?

[icequeen_aran]

Yeah. [she gets into a battle stance]

What's it feel like being able to kiss your own ass goodbye?

[walkonmyarms]

[And now Weavel's pissed off and trying to rush her with the blade] You tell me after I slice you in half!!