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Funny how you do moderately well against mindless goons, but anything with a real mind behind it you suddenly can't remember how to aim or pull a trigger properly.

Don't complain to me that you're not yet high enough level to legacy again.

Also stop whining that you can't run around as me in co-op, it's become grating.

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Give the kid a break. Shooting at people is different than shooting at your goons.

[For one thing, the mooks are easier to shoot.]

So because they follow my lead they're not people now, is that how it works, Drake?

Hey, you called 'em "mindless goons". Your words. Not mine.

Calling them stupid doesn't strip them of their title as people. You specifically made sure to label them as not people. Unless you'd like to go back on your words.

[Talbot really doesn't care either way, he's just giving you shit, Drake. As usual.]

[You are a dick, Talbot. A massive, massive dick.]

"People" here implies that sometimes they won't try to shoot you. Your guys tend to be a tad on the trigger-happy side.

[Tsk tsk. Name calling is so rude.]

You do have a way of gunning down most of my men easily enough, can you blame them for being quick to shoot when they catch sight of your filthy hide?

[Oh, and drugging people isn't?]

They tried to shoot me while the building was burning down around us. [Exhibit A of Why Talbot and Marlowe Are Terrible People.]

[Details. Details. And really, do you know how fun it was watching you stumble about drugged out of your mind? Hilarious good time.]

When certain people have a way of not dying when left to their own devices, sometimes you need an extra push, Drake. If you learned to keep out of things that do not concern you then measures wouldn't have gotten so desperate, now would they?

[Good times for you, maybe. It was serious nightmare fuel from Nate's perspective.]

It damn well did concern me, considering you and your Order were chasing me around when I was a kid.

You took what was ours, and you damn well knew it.

Drake didn't bring back word of Ubar for a good reason and we both know it. Let it go, Talbot. [Simmer down, ya hothead.]

[Talbot just snorts. Please, hothead? Who's a hothead?]

It's easy to say that when you've won, Drake. The world is stagnant and rotting in it's own idiocy, we would have brought about a change that would have re-imagined everything.

Take it from somebody who actually drank the water. The only thing you'd be getting out of Ubar would be chaos.

[And crazy-ass hallucinations.]

Do you think change doesn't come without chaos? Don't be naive.

Change doesn't come without chaos, but it definitely comes without hallucinations.

And here we are, at a crossroads on ideals. But haven't we always been?

[But he's curious now, since Drake brought it up.]

But tell me, what did you see when you drank the water?

[You shot Sully. But Nate's never going to actually say that. So he'll just make something up.]

Penguins doing the can-can.

[...That was incredibly lame, wasn't it?]

[That just gets a look, because really. Really, Drake? You expect him to believe that.]

And the world can rest peacefully knowing you saved them from such a fate.

[It beats having Nate chasing you with an assault rifle yelling about how he'll kill you.]

Sorry, were you expecting a straight answer there? What goes on in my head is none of your business. Sorry. [Not.]

Not particularly no. But we both know I have ways of getting in your head, so play your games all you like, if I really wanted an answer, I could take it from you easy enough.

[I'm hurt. Really. Right in the heart. How could you be so mean to me?]

No. You couldn't.

[It's easy! Your face is punchable, you're evil, and you kicked the old guy into the water.]

Keep telling yourself that.

[Sully deserved it. He chose you over us okay.]

[Talbot doesn't get a response. Just an openly hostile glare. Sully is the closest thing he has to a father, okay? So hands off.]

All out of words are we? Good, I was starting to tire of your nonsense.

[I will put my hands where ever I please.]

I have a gesture, but my mun won't let me.

[Creeper. Gross.]

[Considering how I spoke to you in your trip tastic drug induced state, I think my hands are the least of your worries. Much more creepy during that.]

How quaint, you do tricks for your mun? So besides 'listen' what else do you do? Can they make you sit on command as well?

[Yeah, thanks, because he really needed to worry about whether or not he was manhandled while in a drug-induced haze.]

Screw you, Talbot.

[Yes, manhandled into a chair at a table. He's a creeper, but you're really not his type, Drake.]

Ever the eloquent one. And I must say, while I may be dead, this is a better after life than I could have imagined. [He can still piss you off. Only downside, you can do the same to him.]

I think I liked you better dead. Lot quieter, at least. [God, what a dick.]

You didn't have to come speak with me, Drake. This is your own fault.

[The biggest dick you'll ever know.]

It's my mun's fault. I'm happy staying as far away from you as I can get.

[Bigger than Flynn. And that's quite a feat.]

Believe me, I know the feeling. [Staying as far away from you as he can. Unless Marlowe needs him to nab you for some reason. But he's not seen Marlowe since being here, it bothers him, but he won't let anyone know it.]

You do like blaming your mun for your troubles don't you?

Somebody's complaining they can't see more of you? Does she know you yet?

In fact she does. As much as any of you know me.

[Which isn't much.]

Huh. And she likes you?

Unless she wants to see what happens when you lose. Yeah, I could get behind that.

Like might not be the word for it, but I do hold her interest well enough.

But why does it matter to you? Shouldn't you be off saving the world and endangering your loved ones, yet again, Drake?

[The corner of his eyes narrows a bit but he's not going to let you get to him that easily.]

Needed a day off but don't worry, I gave Sully some scissors to run with.

What about you? Don't you have somebody's ass to kiss?

Hard to kiss an ass I don't have. One you let die if I remember right. Which I do.

[aka he's not seen Marlowe around since he's been here. He'll just blame you forever, Nate.]

[Course you would think that but there was no "letting". Failing to save her, maybe, but Nate isn't like you, Talbot.]

Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure there's a lot of old ladies looking for a pet.

[Whatever, Nate. You're still stupid. So. Ha.]

How very comforting.

[As mature as ever.]

Good. I'd hate for you to not sleep well on your bed of b...[He trails off.] Yeah, I didn't think that one through.

[You're not one to talk, mister.]

Clearly. Though thinking things through hardly seems your forte, Drake.

[So am I but what are you?!]

Doesn't look like that from the winner's side.

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apologies, had to finish up a MP game

No sweat! Hope your team won. :)

we did win! on co-op against the mindless goons lol

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A Talbot! Awesome!

We're a rare horrible breed 8D

^_^ Then how lucky of me to have found one!

Lucky is a strong word. You should be running the other way :3

Nevah!

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