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[stickshiftittotheman]

[The camera cuts in on Mike, hands on the wheel and foot on the gas. It's kind of loud in here, too! Which, if you look at the merrily neon-green holo-speedometer, is because he's coasting along at 250 miles per gatdamn hour.]

Okay, so half an hour into total barren wasteland and the Duke pulling some wacko "Mike Chilton versus Aliens on the Moon" prank is looking way less likely. Which means I ammmmm... on another planet, talking to whoever's on the other end of this Link thing.

Right. I have no idea how I managed to fall through dimensions in the middle of the night. That is... kind of a new one for me. Anybody out there in radioland want to give me some layman's term answers? The welcoming party here was kind of chilly.

I really hope you guys have gas here. Getting Mutt here down the mountain was kinda rough drivi--

[He cuts off mid-sentence, having just blasted the car right over the top of one of the spires of rock jutting out of the ground.]

Comments

[Voice] - at least for now =3

[notyourblueangel]

[Oh, look, squishy in a four-wheeler trying to catch some air.]

Heh . . . careful there, groundpounder. Those things aren't built to fly.

permavideo;

[stickshiftittotheman]

Should I be offended about 'groundpounder'?

still voice for now; Is that like permafrost? 8D */shot*

[notyourblueangel]

I guess that depends.

[All right, stop antagonizing possible allies on this Pit-forsaken rock.]

Did you build that?

[stickshiftittotheman]

Sure did. Couple times over, actually. She takes a beating now and again.