I'm a bit upset. That little picnic we did last night in New York? You know, the one where we killed everyone we saw in front of Manhattan? When Gold Wing wanted to act all badass but forgot to take their testosterone shots? Yeah, that one.
So listen, the Rogues didn't pay me for one kill. They said I didn't have a time stamp on it, which well, I didn't, but from the scan of the ship I blew up it's obvious he was in the same group, at the same time, in the same place, with all the other people I killed that had a time stamp. Now, I'm no detective, but I think this is a pretty straight up case.
I want my money. All 2.2 million of it. I don't care what the mud bathing dirt lickers say, I don't work for free.
Well, looking at your chicken legs, yeah, you kinda do look like her. Although, erm, I doubt that was the answer you were looking for.
Anyway, the black box took the times right most of the time. It just jammed up on that one. That doesn't change the fact that I want my 2.2 million from the Rogues. Either that, or I'll start knocking on their doors.
Hey, you know you enjoyed those 10 minutes just as much as I did. And you know that, contrary to my ships guns, my personal gun doesn't work well under pressure. You screaming constantly didn't help that.
Anyway, I'll do that, even though I'm feeling lazy today.