Doc Death Posted Jan 24, 2013, 11:36 am	"Your supposed to be our logistic's guy and you lead us to a town where we cannot sell the cars we loot", Max paused, "are you some frigging idiot or did the doctor slap you one too many times when you was born". Greg stayed quiet and looked at his feet. He knew when Max was this mad the best line of defense was silence. "Well tell the boys to load back up we are heading back to the Badlands and you mister have pulled yourself latrine duty till I decide you have eaten enough chit!"
*Bastille* Posted Jan 24, 2013, 11:46 am	"Go easssy" Says a missformed figure with glowing green eyes "Can drivess the loot backs to the truckstops you can. Goods for the sssoul." He continues munching on bear claw.
*goat starer* Posted Jan 24, 2013, 1:55 pm	"Loot better here" says the bear... extracting his claw from the green eyed creatures mouth and wiping it on a fur rug. "Make much money in BL when sold". "OI!" shouts the disgruntled fur rug... "that was my FACE!"