Gore took the gum and chewed it vigorously. He also took the cig, but didn't light it.
Goresplatter: "Thanks for the gum, buddy. Got my own cigars though, want some?" He pulled out a pack of Lungbusters, took one and lit it. He offers them around politely.
Goresplatter: "Yeah, the trains look pretty nifty, I'll come along."
He pondered a trap for a moment, but put it from his mind instantaneously. He couldn't be bothered to think very hard. He was just looking at the train, and his visor sparked. He stopped, and looked from left to right.
Goresplatter: "Uhm, guys, I think my eyes is busted again... I'll try get to the train ta' sit down."
He sets off walking carefully, but after a high screech, one of his legs falls off and he collapses to the floor and out of his pants.
Goresplatter: "Damn it, this bloody sucks, I'm bloody sick of this bloody crap machinery, I'm bloody angry, if there were a bloody mudokon here, It'd get bloody... I'd beat 'im to a bloody pulp!"
He calmed down and stopped thrashing on the floor. He let out a deep breath.
Goresplatter: "Hey guys, could someone just pick me up and carry me over there?"
He picked up his limp mechanical pants while on the floor and threw them at a table. He looked pretty PO'd.
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