A Drafting Table Named "Ashton" has stolen my heart...

@ Topp: *Julez whimpers, then drags him to the closet*

@ BZA: ....... I think you mean "Isn't" but yeah.
 
*Topp headbutts Julez, blowing the closet door off it's hinges. He walks out adjusting his cap and shades.*

Alright, who's next?
 
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
 
Julez, BZA's statement is meme-tastic. Ignore the grammar.
 
*Topp headbutts the powerfist into slag.*

You don't want to mess with this. I can always refer you to Chief.

*Rierson sits nearby working a homemade still.*
 
*Looks at Topp, then at McCarthy*

...Can I kill him? I'll reanimate him, honest.

Hell, we could even throw in extra arms, or maybe another head. Or laser vision.
 
DON'T MESS WITH CHIEF!.....

...I... I still... I still care...?
 
Grumpy, Topp is Ryker's Archbishop.

I'll leave it at that...
 
Okay, let's not phrase it as 'kill'; that's got too many implications...

...how about 'upgrade'? Can I upgrade Topp? Just imagine what you could do with a dude that has a shotgun for an arm...
 
...... Oh my....
 
*Topp shotguns Grumpy with an SPZ-15.*

How about I shotgun you?
 
*Hides under Ashton*
 
...Shouldn't you have waited until AFTER I answered before shooting or not.

*Grumpy's arm falls off*

...FUCK.
 
*Raises a metaphorically eyebrow at Topp before flashing his eye.*

You're a new one. Don't think I've ever seen you around before. You some sort of psychic or something?