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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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[arnhaid]

... yeah, kid.

'Cause he didn't disappear. He went off on purpose. That's better.

[badboybikerbot]

He better.

Soon as he does, I'm gonna knock his dumb idiot face in! What an asshole. I'm pissed off that this is pissing me off!

[feelings are hard ok

Done ranting, Gunmax just flops again. uuugh ranting is hard work.]

[arnhaid]

Yeah. It ain't good. It... really ain't good.

But it's better than him just vanishing. Okay?

Remember that for me.

[badboybikerbot]

Yeah, yeah. M'gonna.

[arnhaid]

Good.

[And he thumps a hand on Gunmax's back, like a manly hug, before he ducks into his own room.]

[badboybikerbot]

[totally counts as a manly hug. and Gunmax totally drunk passes out so no more annoying noises from him for a while.]

[arnhaid]

[That's fine, since they're at their destination, and all he's got left to do is put the kid down on the bed.]

[... after which he retreats across the room. To keep an eye on him the entire time he's passed out.]

[Guess he ended up playing responsible adult after all.]

[badboybikerbot]

[HAHA ROBODAD THAT COUNTS AS A WIN somehow

too bad Gunmax is too unconscious to enjoy his victory.]