Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170713034834/@comment-27344811-20170715035219

Suddenly, Highway to Hell blasts on the TRUC's sound system. Spy covers his ears. "I am going to kill him."

He cloaks. Five minutes later, he appears in a bean bag. He tips his new fedora over his eyes  STYLE. Then he UN-tips it so he can see. He looks at his new revolver. Rectangular, but surprisingly slim.

"Now we wait until something goes wrong, like the time Soilder mutated the bread. Ah, the memories. Remember when the government gave you those gay "fun vision" goggles? Everybody was afraid of you. So when we all learned about it, we gave you ACTUAL lenses. And then there was Scout, always wanting me to die." He chuckled. "I remember when we thought we had tumors, and I asked Scout to gather our last wishes. He just put in cards of me dying."

He chuckled.

(Are ya sure I can't have the Soilder? I do a really good Soilder.)