Wasteland 2: Director's Cut video game - Ulric Kell
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you drink? Or do you want some of that nastiness? Those leather jerks air selling in my back room? You're looking for red suit makings, right? Well, I haven't got any, but some of the farmers keep cats. Ask old Dante, you might have some. And Dr Horchata to he treats the occasional case of radiation poisoning. That's what I like to hear. We got tequila. Tequila, but only if you can pay. I got enough freeloaders around here already. Blame the leather jerks for that. That's how they want it on Lee Crop. We got in the fields is a Gavi. Only drink we got in the bar is tequila. If I tried to sell you anything they didn't make, they'd kill me. A kind of spiky plan can eat it on Lee. Thing it's good for is making tequila. Squeeze the juice out of it for a minute and presto, tequila. Pretty much the only thing we grow here in rodeo these days used to be. The mayor owned a little plot of a Gavi, and his distillery turned it into a little tequila. Kind of how we got to be. The mayor actually gave away free booze on Election Day. Now the jerks of Hung has asked from the towers and they're making everybody grow a Gavi and running the still night and day charging double too, I might add ******* me from both ends. The rats. It's the big building near the crater. Jerks crawling all over it these days can say is I'm happy about the state of affairs. But what am I gonna do? I wouldn't have anything to sell without that place. Life would be a damn sight worse in rodeo if we didn't have that crater Best soil from miles around. And that makes for the best. Varman, unfortunately, seems like it was too much of a temptation for them jerks. They had to have it for themselves. Now the farmers are just slaves and everybody's starving. Even old Dante is feeling the pinch. Dante's got the biggest farm in Rodia owns ground on every circle of the crater. Should be happy. But he's in health. That wife of his Beatrice been tearing hunks out of him since they got hitched. Don't know. I puts up with her beauty only go so far in my book. And now, of course, the jerks want him to pharma Gavi like everybody else. Well, the leather jerks just want to make money. So they told everyone to stop growing anything but a Gavi. And they're using that to make tequila jurors. **** can get a drink in this town, but you can't feed your kids. I'm guessing that's what's making everybody sick. All the farmers coming down with something that none of the town is a catching. I don't give a damn about farmers, except that they come in to drink. If they're staying home, feeling sick and not drinking, that affects my business. And it makes me damn mad. I hear Dr Horchata is doing something about it. I hope he cures it soon. I need all the business I can get. These are local sawbones, funny looking fella, but a good doc works over at the clinic. A damn fool of a mayor hired him to save our town from some. Since now we need saving from them. Their leaders Oh Bigon and his lieutenant Dangler decided that keeping the peace meant keeping a piece of every damn thing he could get his hands on. And they sure act like they own My place, I'll tell you that for free installed. That big fellow with an ax over there is the bouncer. They never pay for a drink. Scare all my customers away. Make me pay sky high prices for the booze from the distillery. I'm pouring shots hand over fist and not making a bullet. Somebody ought to do something. That's Pat the X mean old *******. Not much for talking, but he sure likes to drink. That's the other crazy thing. Since the jerks came, the bank has made bullets the only legal tender. Guess it makes things more peaceful, But it's harder to spend your money anywhere else. But in town, Yes, you should. Oh, you want me to help? Sorry, stranger. I'm a coward. No good at all in a fight. But I could maybe slip old path E X era, Mickey if you wanted me to take him out of the game. Oh, Gecko is a tightwad on leeway. He'll loan you a bullet is if he sees how it will make him 10 mawr. And if you're using that bullet to mug somebody all the better In his book I ate bankers. Yeah, a Mickey Finn, a time honored practice among dishonorable bartenders. Sadly, I ain't got no makings. But if you were gonna start something with the jerks and you wanted to even the odds a bit, you could get me some chloral hydrate from the clinic, a little of that in Pat's Tequila, and he wouldn't wake up until it was all over. Just a pip squeak. But when he says jump the jerk say how high? I'm pretty sure he's the one who ordered Mayor von Graz strung up on a counter. He wouldn't play ball. Maybe he's just plain mean. Poor old Sam, an idiot rich boy. But nobody ever accused him of being mean. Them jerks had no cause to string them up to the towers. They've been here since forever. Once upon a time, somebody tried to pull them down with a crane. The crane broke. Nope, not even them. A bombs could take them down. Those towers will be here long after you and I are dead. Stranger. Shame about the radio, though, at a radio hooked up to the towers kept us connected to the rest of the world, but the jerk smashed it. I bet old Virgil could get it up and running again, but you're gonna need to convince him. First, Virgil was the guy who kept our radio running regular customer of mine ever since Dante and him split up. He stopped working on the radio towers when the leather jerk smashed it. Them jerks make like he's the boss of the operation on account of he's the biggest. But he's dumber than Pat the X, and that's mighty dumb. It's the little guy you gotta watch for Steve Dangler. Half metal, all mental. They follow that crazy guru, Mathias, who's always preaching about the betterment of man. They seem to want to do it with bullets. It's like a fetish with him. I hear their favorite leather is made from the people they kill. If they don't make a pair of sandals out of our poor old mayor, they got games a chance that got no chance to him and whores that are even a worse bet. And the jerks tell me they're helping me bringing customers by providing entertainment. Nobody wants What the's Doug's air selling? I wouldn't those jerks cheat. Call me old fashioned, but I like a lady, was the same number of legs and nipples. I have those strumpets got too many of everything from my taste. Great. What'll it be anything else you need? See you around strangers and bring some of those knockout drops with you next time.