[ooc: So family issues forced me away from the internet. I apologize about that. I should be ok now, things are looking settled. So, carry on. <3]
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Uh, who's Sheila? Another bomb?
Sheila was our tank. She was pretty helpful when she wasn't malfunctioning.
You named your tank Sheila? Man, how lonely were you guys?
I didn't name her that. She came with that name... Well, I mean... I guess... Well, it's kind of a gray area. Her name is Sheila, that's how she introduced herself to us. She was the tank's AI.
Yeah, fuck if I know, either.
And yeah, pick your reason. How the hell was I supposed to know I was going to end up in some shithole just for being lazy and staring at hot chicks? ... and drinking a lot... ... shut up.
Don't forget that alien abomination. I'm sure that's part of it.
And I don't know, some fucking crazy pink-haired half-shark bitch. I don't even know her name.
And the job basically consists of me sitting around in the new Rookie's store that she's got, keeping her company, and drinking on the job. Sometimes.
Pink hair? No clue. Sorry man.
Damn. I ended up with another fucking soldier job. No drinking there.
Oh, I don't /want/ to know who the crazy bitch is. She's already saying she's going to try and kill me or some shit. And the fucking gods or whatever are stalling on giving me my sword back. I don't even have a goddamn rock to defend myself and they put fucking half-sharks in here.
Yeah, soldier jobs are great and all, but man, nothing beats sitting around and just talking and drinking. Except getting paid for it.
I don't think they're half sharks. And don't worry, if anyone makes a move on you, I'm armed. I'll handle it till you get your weapon back.
I wish I had gotten a job like that. But it's not like I can do much about it now.
I got your bed for the whole time you were away. I'm only going to bitch about the fact you're back, now I'm bedless again. Asshole!
And I would offer to share it with you, but I've learned from experience that you'll only steal my money and then run off to sleep with other men. So yeah, I guess you're bedless.
Look, I'm getting paid to just go to this stupid ball. I don't need your money and there's no guys for me to sleep with here, unless you are seriously thinking I'll sleep with Caboose or Tucker.
You're getting paid to go to the ball? Why? And no, I don't think you'll ever sleep with Caboose or Tucker... Wait, are you, in some weird round about way, saying you want to sleep in my bed?
Yes, I'm getting paid to go to the ball. You owe me fucking dance. Well- Yes, it's a bed and it's better than a floor.
I've already told everyone, I don't dance. I'm going to that stupid ball for the booze and that's it. No dancing. And you can sleep in my bed with me as long as you promise not to kill me in my sleep or anything like that.
No, you are dancing with me. It's one dance. That's it. I'm not happy about it either, but I'm getting paid for that as well.
Well, I guess I can do that.