Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171031010905/@comment-27344811-20171103013047

The biker is greeted by a conversation.

"What do you mean you couldn't re-attatchh it? I re-attatch my wrist all the time!" A man in a Helmet wriggles his right wrist, showing off the stitches.

"For god's sahke! He's not a bloodah freak-show liek you are!" A scottish black man replies as he forages through a fridge.

A large man notices the Biker as the Engie closes the portal. "And who is zis little man?"

The Engie drapes his arm around the biker's shoulder. "A guy I met. His name's, uh... I don't recall hearing your name, my friend."