OOC:
Blue alert, lolz. Yay Ricky. Cal wuvs his big guns.
I just put the gender thing in my signature since it humours me.
IC
(Kitchen)
Agent 80085 whimpered as she felt his hands on her shoulders, then spun around to look at him. She half cried as she stared at him, shaking like a child as she spoke.
"But - but -but -but - but - but where's Dimitrio! It ate his arm, it'll do it again! I i -i -i -i -it'll come back to eat him!" She grabbed his shoulders and shook him like a rag doll.
"IT'S GONNA EAT US, ODDAMNIT! WHERE IS IT?! I have toooooo shooooot iiiiiit before it COMES BACK AND EATS HIM AGAAAAAAINNN!" She stopped for a moment, hyperventilating and taking out her gun.
"It - gasp! - Got his - gasp! Arm! It'll - gasp! - Want to - gasp! - eat his guts now!"
She was too hyped up to notice her own gun was pointing at her.
"I need to shooot itttt..."
Scarface walked through the door, seeing Agent pointing the gun at herself whilst facing Ricardo.
"What the hell..."
Remembering the rumours, a sly smirk crossed his face as he walked up to Ricardo, oblivious to the fact he was a criminal.
"Saaaay...I could tell you why she's nuts, if you tell me where I can find a robotic armed slig...."
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(Cafeteria)
Tiro gave a weak smile, watching the slog.
"I'm..okay..." He whispered, looking at Dimitrio. The slig lay unconscious.
"I...Don't feel, good....I can't move...What 'appened to Dimitrio?..."