May 20, 2014
I FAILED TO FIND ONE.
"Good job mate, good job."
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I FAILED TO FIND ONE.
"Good job mate, good job."
....I AM TRYING TO SEE ONE.
"Well what're ya doing here then?!"
HOW ABOUT YOUR ARM, THOUGH.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING ME BLOODY ARM, GO SEE A DOCTOR."
He fumbled two gold coins out his pocket and threw it at her face.
The coins hit her face plate and she glared, pushing the glass roughly towards him letting some spill onto him. "Thank you for your consideration." Taking the coins, she put them away safely and went back to cleaning.
YOU'RE GREED AND TERRIBLE.
"No, I work at a bloody pub. If ya not gonna pay, ya don't get ya bloody drink back." She sneered at the posh bot and took the drink away until he paid up.
YOUR ARM. DO YOU SERVE OIL?
"Me bloody arm is not on the menu, and ya I serve oil for you weaklin' bots. Ya must work in the navy, am I right?" She poured him a glass of oil and handed it to him. "1 Gold, mate."
WOULD YOU MIND REMOVING YOUR OWN ARM SO I CAN HAVE A COMPLETE SET OF THEM? I NEED THEM FOR WORK.
Faith laughed at the bot. "Sorry mate, but I need both my hands for pouring drinks for that thugs in my pub. Speakin' of drinks, anything you'd like?"
OH GOOD. ARE YOU GOING TO COME OUT NOW?
"N-no... T-to scared.."