Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29710190-20170213173154/@comment-27661770-20170219014018

Hunter leaned in.

"So, yeah,. he's told about what you are, and he decides to just send me to help you. If Mack were here, he'd be the guy having an aneurysm. Seriously, props to the maker of your 'cycle, they got it to work fgor as long as it did. But yeah. I can see that maybe the added benefit of being able to show you that we're not trying to be the bad guys- since apparently Iron is master at fucking noticing who;'s imtimidated or something, I don;t know- isn't working out, so I'mn just gonna say this: If you let me fix that as much as we can, and you decide to join the opposition, then until your mind gets scrubbed because you wanjna be yourself, we as a group will not turn our weapons to you. If you wanna join us, that's extra fries."

He got out a lug wrench and plenty of fuses, sparkplugs, and other assorted mechanic's tools. He might have a long time.

And a fuel can.

"Sound good?"