Your shrill rantings can rival Starscream’s, and he has broken glass on the bridge before.
I need a table of contents to recall all of your current lovers. Chances are that if you’re talking to them, you’re interfacing like petrorabbits.
It’s no wonder you like it on Earth, it’s the one place where you’re at all tall. Everywhere else, you need a ladder to look people in the optic. I should know; I am often said ladder.
You hold onto the past like it owes you something. Move on. The whole future is waiting out there for you, but you’d rather focus on what you can’t change.
That said… You are one of the most resilient mechs I have ever known, including Optimus.
“Well done! You and this ‘Boone’… ‘Romans go home?’” The sudden Latin throws him off, even though it goes through his translator fine. “Were they Roman?”
No, they’re fanboying the Romans because they think the Romans did everything right and were super-cool and thus they’re gonna take over the world. If you talk to the guy in charge, he says outright that they’re only kind of acting like Romans. About the only thing they got right was the slavery. And the misogyny, that too.
They’re gonna win the West with slavery, pillaging, and burning, and I’m gonna beat their asses with CRITICAL HITS! (Bee shoots a Legionary in the head and watches it explode in slow-mo.) CRITICAL HIT, waaaah!
And then I’mma just go hit up a casino and win some caps. I hear if you win big at the casinos in New Vegas, they give you a free apartment!
“Of course. Trying to follow in the footsteps of a grand society that wasn’t so grand, keeping only the worst aspects… A concept I am unfortunately most familiar with.” He smiles again when the evil human’s head explodes, though. They’re so terribly squishy.
“Housing as an outlandish reward? This really is a post-apocalyptic society…”
Megatron’s got a grin the entire time, thoroughly enjoying these antics. Bee never gives up, though neither do the creatures. He cheers when the last one finally falls.
“Wonderful! And those were just children, ha! Oh, there are slavers to kill in this game? Why didn’t you say so sooner? Their deaths are immensely satisfying.”
(Bee wanders on over to Camp Searchlight, which gives him the quest to go to Cottonwood Cove and kill off the Legionaries there. They fall like weeds before his Machete Gladius, which he got from ANOTHER dead Legionary, and Bee cheers every time Boone headshots a member of the Legion.)
POP! hahaha- POW! Get ‘em Boone- you too ED-E, you’re doing a good job.
(dumb laughter) I love this game!
Ah, the catharsis! It never gets old…
“Well done! You and this ‘Boone’… ‘Romans go home?’” The sudden Latin throws him off, even though it goes through his translator fine. “Were they Roman?”
Megatron laughs even as Bee reloads after dying. He moves his chair a little closer.
“Oh I like Deathclaws! I can’t wait to see the mother- is there a way to get these to see reason, or are they mindless beasts?”
There’s ONE Deathclaw that sees reason, and she’s in another game. I- wait a minute.
(Bee pauses to check the Wiki.)
No, the Animal Friend perk doesn’t work on Deathclaws. They just want you really REALLY dead.
(unpaus-)
REALLY?! Killed by the BABIES?! REALLY?!
(Bee reloads. He’s GOING to get it.)
(It takes him five tries, and during the course of it, he blows up one of the trucks in the background scenery, but he does it.)
Phew…
OO! Let’s go to Camp Searchlight and kill all the slavers next. That’s actually something Boone’s good at!
Megatron’s got a grin the entire time, thoroughly enjoying these antics. Bee never gives up, though neither do the creatures. He cheers when the last one finally falls.
“Wonderful! And those were just children, ha! Oh, there are slavers to kill in this game? Why didn’t you say so sooner? Their deaths are immensely satisfying.”
I just named her Bumblebee, like me. I’m not creative. I give my Skyrim people cool character names and backstories, but when I play Fallout, I just try to play as me.
OO! Wanna go to the Quarry Junction and see me clear out the Deathclaws?
“Deathclaws? Absolutely.” Anything with that name is bound to be fun to fight.
(It’s not long before-)
(Bee hammers on the fire button, screaming at the TV.) BOONE YOU USELESS FUCK DON’T ATTACK HIM WITH YOUR MACHETE! BOONE- and now you’re dead- and now I’M dead! Goddamnit, Boone!
(Bee reloads a save to try again.) And that’s only the alpha male! The mother one’s even WORSE!
Megatron laughs even as Bee reloads after dying. He moves his chair a little closer.
“Oh I like Deathclaws! I can’t wait to see the mother- is there a way to get these to see reason, or are they mindless beasts?”
(Bee’s seated in a chair covered by a fuzzy blanket, while ALSO covered by a fuzzy blanket, sipping a cocoa and booting up Fallout: New Vegas.)
Aaaah…
Megatron’s taking a deep drink of his own and lounging with a blanket and a Steelix on his lap, more at ease here listening to the game than anywhere he could currently be on his own home planet.
(Bee’s on stand-by with commentary.) Okay, so this quest? I’m working for this little casino and I have to find the guy that stole from him and kill him, but instead? I’m just gonna make him give me his hat.
“Ah, and the casino believe he’s dead if you have this item? Clever mechanic! How did you discover it?”
It’s the option I get when I have a high Speech ability. If I wasn’t a smooth talker, he’d challenge me to a fight to the death and I’d have to gun him down in the street.
I also took the Good Natured perk so I have a bonus to non-violent solutions to situations like this.
“Heh. A perk I’m envious of. I like that your character’s build effects how the game can run.” He takes another drink.
“Does yours have a name?”
I just named her Bumblebee, like me. I’m not creative. I give my Skyrim people cool character names and backstories, but when I play Fallout, I just try to play as me.
OO! Wanna go to the Quarry Junction and see me clear out the Deathclaws?
“Deathclaws? Absolutely.” Anything with that name is bound to be fun to fight.
(Bee’s seated in a chair covered by a fuzzy blanket, while ALSO covered by a fuzzy blanket, sipping a cocoa and booting up Fallout: New Vegas.)
Aaaah…
Megatron’s taking a deep drink of his own and lounging with a blanket and a Steelix on his lap, more at ease here listening to the game than anywhere he could currently be on his own home planet.
(Bee’s on stand-by with commentary.) Okay, so this quest? I’m working for this little casino and I have to find the guy that stole from him and kill him, but instead? I’m just gonna make him give me his hat.
“Ah, and the casino believe he’s dead if you have this item? Clever mechanic! How did you discover it?”
It’s the option I get when I have a high Speech ability. If I wasn’t a smooth talker, he’d challenge me to a fight to the death and I’d have to gun him down in the street.
I also took the Good Natured perk so I have a bonus to non-violent solutions to situations like this.
“Heh. A perk I’m envious of. I like that your character’s build effects how the game can run.” He takes another drink.
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