Subject: Popping my agents in!
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Posted on: 2017-03-31 10:43:00 UTC
Yocherry
The glory of the battle, boss! The rush! The blood! The sweat! Getten beaten half-conscious with the bloodied handle of a laser rifle that's had all it's charges emptied into your own charred chest, and you get a lucky grab and toss them to the ground and bash them into submission against a rock while one've their hardened mates goes white and faints for the first time in their life! That's the stuff, boss. That's the stuff.
Lou and Duane
Duane keeps groaning about me dying and being killed and getting stabbed. Gosh! I don't want to brag, but I think I'm a better cook than that!
The Enervated Rat-Catcher
I ain't found no huntable rats in HQ, yet, and I figure, other agents ain't that many steps off that. Reckon I can just picture 'em wif all mucky hair and naked tails and little twitchin noses, all just waitin to be shot. Might get to sleep in there, too! Only fing that'll disturb me'll be the sounds of myself gettin killed by someone else, and that's the longest sleep of 'em all, so I win anyway, I figure.
((HOOOH, I'm excited!
I'll warn, just in case - I won't be available for the first few bits of next week. A couple days, really. But if things happen and I don't respond, well, there it is.))