Pokey Minch

[It's on.]

I got three. That's three more than you.

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Oh man three. Great start on your end, I sure am scared.

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Hold on.

[There's a pause in which he sets down the phone, returning several moments later.]

Four.

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Hey, kid, you still got working sentries and dispensers?

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Hey! That's-

[He was about to go on a tirade about how that was cheating. Instead, he'll just be slamming the phone down to get to hunting himself.]

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I can build them, but I haven't in a long time.

And I"m not building them for you.

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[He'll be out there shortly to make sure you don't cheat on the score.]

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[Well that's completely unfair Slugger. Are you honestly accusing him of duplicity?

Okay that's probably a good move. Regardless, when you find Pokey, you'll find him having happily smashed another drone zombie down with Josephine. And when he spots you, he'll just smile.]

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Not asking you t' do that. You do 'ave blokes in your 'ouse living with you 'oo aren't drones, roight? At least leave a Sentry or two there if you're not coming t' th' 'ospital.

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SO why'd you ask in the first place? You expect me to think you care about the people in a house you barely know? Aren't you guys mercenaries or something?

I can take care of things just fine.

[Yeah, no. Clod can already take care of herself and he isn't particularly fond of the drones. He won't be leaving anything out there you could possibly come get.]

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I don't. They're your 'ousemates. And if it's your power t' foight, then at least take care 'f your own 'ouse.

And I may be an assassin, but unusual toimes call for unusual measures.

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Uh huh. I'm sure you're telling me out of some goodness of your heart, and not some later attempt to try and take what I make.

Nice try.

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Think wot you loike.

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[Slugger pauses as a zombie lurches toward him, waiting for it to get closer. He then eradicates its head in a gory eruption of organic matter with his bat.]

Seven.

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Lame. Totally lame.

[And Pokey'll wait for another zombie to come in range before skewering and smashing the zombie to pieces.]</small. Oh look! We're tied again!

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Good. Cause I will.

You're seriously bunking down in the hospital again?

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It's pretty much th' best place t' go until someone builds an actual fort.

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[Part of the head rolls toward him and Slugger bashes it to bits.]

Seven point five. Make sure the head is destroyed.

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[Oh. Oh so that's the way we're going to play it, huh?

Pokey looks a ways down the street where a small group of zombies are gathered, shambling forward as they look for someone else to feed on. It isn't long before one of Josephine's missiles fire and decimate the pack, Pokey looking back over to Slugger smugly after he does a mental count in his head.]

Thirteen.

Edited Date: 2011-09-18 08:59 pm (UTC)

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For something like this sure.

It wouldn't have really done much against the hazmats.

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It was worth a shot, and I sure as 'ell wasn't about t' wait around for them t' bust down moi door.

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[Oh. You bastard. Slugger's hands tighten around his bat. Time to step it up. Winding up his bat, he scans the area for any more zombies. The sound of screams on the next street over alert him to a drove of zombies limping and crawling stiffly from their homes on Topper Street, which is still densely populated by drones.

He heads there now and dives into a murderous spree, teleporting between victims to help save time and rack up the points.]

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Yeah, good luck you weeny! See you later! WHEN I'VE WON!

[And he'll be teleporting off to another street as well.

See you in a bit, Slugger.]

Edited Date: 2011-09-18 09:23 pm (UTC)

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Eh, guess there is that. We were boned with that either way, is the thing.

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