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[arnhaid]

I'm gonna go get tanked.

An' maybe hit some scrap. Anybody need me, send a message before you start lookin'.

Probably not gonna be in the mood to chat, anyways.

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[badboybikerbot]

[Gunmax is caught a bit off guard, pausing mid sip. He hadn't expected Ironhide to really say anything. After all, he'd said he didn't feel like chatting. Gunmax didn't either, but really, how long could he sit there with his mouth shut? He'd probably already hit some kind of record.]

Yeah. Well. Me neither.

[arnhaid]

[He just grunts. Like a MAN. But, then he extends his cube forward, to knock it against Gunmax's.]

[Here's to sticking around.]

[badboybikerbot]

[hell yeah gunmax'll toast to that, and then down the rest of his cube in the manliest way possible

that just means he doesn't choke on it]

[arnhaid]

[He'll drink to that. But more slowly. This isn't a drinking contest, after all. And even if it were, he'd win by sheer size.]

[So it's a significantly less enthusiastic drink that follows.]

[badboybikerbot]

[Since Gunmax is all about good choices today, he gets a third drink as soon as his second is empty. Then he grumbles something about his bike and gracefully sloshes some of his drink on the table because yeah. Lightweight.]

Ffffff...

[and that's about all the swearing he can manage at the moment]

[arnhaid]

What's that?

[This is the part where he moves to delicately take that cube away from him. Carefully.]

[Yes, he didn't want to talk, but... if the kid does... he guesses he should probably listen or something responsible like that.]

[badboybikerbot]

[Gunmax makes a half assed grab for the cube, but is quickly distracted by the urge to rant about something stupid]

Oh, my bike! You know my bike. You sat on my bike. It's busted! Y'know, trashed! I was gonna, y'know. I was gonna get it repaired and... and I forget what I was gonna say but I'm really pissed about it!

[arnhaid]

Yeah, I know.

[Hey, this is a discussion about something other than vanishing friends and stupid kids going off on stupid quests alone and...]

[He squints.]

What's stoppin' you from gettin' it repaired?

[badboybikerbot]

[Gunmax thinks reeeeeeeeally hard about that]

...I don't remember.

[arnhaid]

... Then there's nothin' to get upset over. Not where your bike's concerned anyways.

[badboybikerbot]

Guess m'just pissed I let it get trashed in the first place. I'm usually better about that, y'know? I'm slippin', pops. I don't like it.

[arnhaid]

You wanna tell me what happened to it?

Then I can say if it looks like you're slippin' or not.

[badboybikerbot]

Ah, giant robot caterpillar chomped on it while I was wearin' it, n'smashed me around a bit. Whatever, right. Guess I shouldn't have been out where things like that can pop up, but I was followin' this other guy and wasn't really payin' attention. Y'know, like an idiot.

[most of that probably doesn't even make sense but hey]

[arnhaid]

... Uh huh.

[Yeah he needs a drink for that one.]

Fought those things a few times. They ain't a joke. Not surprised it chewed on you.

[badboybikerbot]

This place sucks and I hate it.

[and he wants his drink back he's reaching for it]

[arnhaid]

... Yeah, kid.

[He lets him take it.]

No argument there.

[badboybikerbot]

[yay thanks pops]

T'be honest though, I'd complain no matter where I was. I know what I'm like.

[arnhaid]

Even back where you belong? What's there to get all upset about, then?

[badboybikerbot]

I have a talent for finding things to bitch about. It could be little stupid things, like finding dirt on my bike, or Power Joe saying pretty much anything...

[ah fuck. Time for another drink]

Well. Don't know if I'd go back. Probably would. Ain't really possible, though.

[arnhaid]

[Oh. Right. That... unfortunate reminder, there.]

[Definitely time for another drink.]

You dunno that. I dunno that. Nobody does. Might be possible, sometime.

[badboybikerbot]

Well for now, I'm just gonna be realistic and not count on it.

[and by realistic he means pessimistic, naturally]

[arnhaid]

If y'think that, then... awful lot of hopin' and plannin' around here is useless.

[Come on kiddo you're too pessimistic for someone so young.]

[badboybikerbot]

Don't matter. I'm all about goin' with the flow anyway. Whatever happens, happens. Right?

[or it could just be the robobooze talking]

[arnhaid]

Y'could say that.

Or... do somethin' about what happens.

[badboybikerbot]

Well yeah. I mean if somethin' shows up that needs shot at, I'm gonna shoot at it.