“NEVER HEARD OF ME?! WHO DO THOSE HACKS THINK THEY ARE?!! THEY’D BE INCREDIBLY LUCKY TO HAVE SUCH AN INVALUABLE AND MEMORABLE CHARACTER LIKE MYSELF ON THAT SHOW! THERE’S NOBODY LIKE DARKWING DUCK!”
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“NEVER HEARD OF ME?! WHO DO THOSE HACKS THINK THEY ARE?!! THEY’D BE INCREDIBLY LUCKY TO HAVE SUCH AN INVALUABLE AND MEMORABLE CHARACTER LIKE MYSELF ON THAT SHOW! THERE’S NOBODY LIKE DARKWING DUCK!”
“Of course I noticed! It turned into something that was no longer justice. It was crazed before Redhair arrived to put an end to it, but that’s not the point! The point is that the Marines have an image to uphold and a former Marine such as yourself should understand quite clear, X Drake.”
Is Drake passed out on a workbench in the Ironworks' Reach headquarters? Yes, yes he is. He's a bit of a disheveled mess, too, goggles crooked and jacket half unzipped due to the heat and hair in his face and all that. His gun and aetheroconverter are propped in the chair, though, so it's plain this wasn't accidental, at least. Still, he's out cold. Though there is a book of faerie tales open on his chest... [@excientiavir]
Drake, Cid thinks as he walks into the headquarters and sees him there, needs to find a better place to sleep. Frowning, he walks over to the blond and frowns at him. “Time to wake up, old friend,” he says, raising his voice a little. “Off the workbench, you know that isn’t complying with safety regulations.” He’s leery of actually putting hands on him to wake him up, though, especially after everything his friend’s been through.
... Well, if all else fails maybe he can bribe him awake with food.
"Hey I'm Nathan Drake and I'm so cool that I fling myself around on icy cliffs in jeans and without gloves!!1!
Drake fucking me UP
Drake Bell: Sorry... still calling you Bruce.
Drake Bell: *gets hate*
Drake Bell: *deletes tweet*
Drake Bell: That's brave!
me: *squints*
a gIRL IN THE AUDIENCE PASSED OUT DURING THE HYPOTHESIS
Oh.
Today is totally going to be a Wednesday Night Interlude/West District sort of day.
With a lot of Emarosa thrown in.