On a scale of one to ten, I'd say it's a "shut the fuck up and fix me".
[SUCCEEDED] NOT IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY-ERRECTED HAND PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.
[Barter 40] Dr. Courier diagnoses a terminally low discussion of caps in this conversation.
Here, take a few radiation Chems, as my little way of saying, "I'm sorry I twisted your DNA like a kitten a ball of yarn".
Have you ever tried to indulge an all-consuming urge to kill when you don't have opposable thumbs? Or hands? Or anything other than a bread slot?
You want some weapon schematics? I can show you some fucking weapon schematics! You want a superheated Saturnite Power Fist? I can hook the shit up!
Nobody's dick is that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name.
Longing makes the heart grow founder, but I've always been a fan of hog-typing my lovers to make sure they can't escape.
Jimmy? Little Jimmy - my, how you're grown up. So good of you to come visit your grandma.
Get up without my permission, I'll blast your ass so far trough your head, it'll turn the moon cherry pie red.
You did a super job wrapping things up! And I'm not just saying that because I have to.
Well, his name's really Bob. I think it's funny to call him Herbert. But I don't think he thinks it's that funny.
But with this guy, it might have cost me some bad burns or an ass-rape. I'm all for risking my life, but I'm a little sensitive about asshole.
Well, says No-bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.
Also, I might have... umm... sort of... plowed his daughter. A little.