Anotha' day t'debate sticking some iron down yer gullet!
...Or, whip up a mean burger. Like, real mean. Talkin' angry 'saka ninjas defending their shriveled emperor's honor.
Johnny Silverhand, at yer service. To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with?
[ Johnny bowed. Half-hearted. But there's a strange lock of sincerity laced into the charming lil' gesture. Sure, he'll make friends like its 2023. ]
[ Chin scritch. Well, fact of the matter is: this guy knows jackshit 'bout him. Like klepping eddies from a bank account with its legs spread wide open. Murph woulda known how. ]
[ Real fuckin' awesome, Johnny Boy. ]
Look, I'd love t'get into the nitty gritty, but if you see this face and don't know who I am? With the way yer talkin', I hardly think you'd give a shit. So I'll cut into ya straight and dry.
Say, what's yer favorite outta the pile? For me, it's gotta be the Moxes. I probably should exclude 'em outta the shit pile. They actually do PREEM work.
All gonks. Vultures, more like. But there's always a good in the bad. Even there's use for shit. Like how it fertilizes the land. World could use some education on the uses for shit, honestly.