Rah Rah Rah

[Darth Carnifex]

It's 802,701 AD, and those damn Morlocks are fudging my shizz up, like... for real yo.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Well fuck. Guess I gotta go find what the boss needs this time.

 

[Cira]

Poor little Lion Man.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

...how do you know that song?

 

[Cira]

I just do.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

*narrows eyes*

 

[Cira]

-lofts a brow-

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Gonna just be an enigma, eh?

 

[Cira]

It's what I do darlin'. It's what I do.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Good, you'll fit right in with the boss...

 

[Cira]

The 'boss'?

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Mm, yeah. The boss.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Sarge, what did I tell you about playing around with your food?

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

...but you don't let me eat.

 

[Cira]

I am not food.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Do you want to be?

 

[Cira]

What's my incentive?

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Fun. Pleasure. Maybe money. Depends on if the boss and I are talking of the same 'food'.

 

[Cira]

What definition you talking?

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Me? You'll find out. Maybe.