More bad jokes / banter! pls:3 pretty pls:3
Ask and you shall receive! Fair warning though. Some of them can be really tiresome:D and I might change a few thing. Like squad mates number.
ME:A
[The Nomad is not functioning, so… the team have to walk.]
Liam: That last fight we had, it reminded me to an old mission back in Crisis Response. *sigh* That day was really something. Even though, I had to spend the next week in a hospital.
Ryder: Why?
Liam: Broken collarbone. Easily the most painful thing.
Vetra: *snort* Please. I had shrapnel in my thigh from an old IED. And I didn’t even had a fancy armor like, this back then. Wasn’t to pleasant, if you ask me.
Ryder: And… why was that? The bomb, i mean.
Vetra: I sticked my nose where it doesn’t belonged to. Obviously. Therefore, and the dude in charge was a fan of explosives. It stunged like a bitch, and it took me a while to get all of it out.
Drak: *laugh* Sprained neck, arm and leg. Plus a few bullet and cut wound with some broken bone. The mercs didn’t even bother to finished the job. They thought I’m done for. Well, jokes on them. I was just getting started.
Ryder: I’m not even gonna ask…
Drak: Eyyy, kid. What about you? I bet you have a story like these, to tell.
Ryder: *Think a minute* Boston Elementary Academy… Some asshole, caught my fingers in a door before the class… I cried out and dropped my books… Thought I was gonna die there…
Liam, Vetra, Drak: …
