Alec wandered around Drun, humming a little song as he looked for things to do.
"My name's Alec Morgan, and I am here to say,"
Ever think we might be a little... Too crazy? Sandra asked.
"I'm gonna kill your foes and I will brighten up my daaaay~"
Explain."It doesn't matter now, if you are sad or blue."
Well, here we are, walking down the middle of the street, singing an upbeat song, with a little plastic horse toy sitting on our shoulder."Because killing all your foes is just what Alec's here to do!"
I'll admit, we haven't really gotten many jobs since we got here. Then again, we haven't really been looking."Cause I love to get paid, paid, paid! Yes I do!"
I think you're all wonderful people. I quite like living on Mister Alec's shoulder."It fills my heart with sunshine all the while, yes it does!"
Shut it Shyfly!Shut it Shyfly!"'Cause all I really need's fun, fun, fun, from these happy jobs of miiine!"
Well hello. Look ahead. Those guys don't look to friendly.Think they're mad that we killed that guy on our first day?It's possible... Sorry, I'll be quiet, like you asked.Without skipping a beat, Alec drew both his weapons and fired Clara twice, killing two mercs that obviously weren't prepared to face a madman, having not activated their shields yet.
"I like to see them die, I like to see them bleed!" He continued singing as he caught a blade on Sandra's basket, and emptied Clara's clip into its owner's belly.
Anyway, like I was saying. Maybe we should ask in Jellyland if they'd like to hire us to blow **** up in the coliseum or something."The depths of my purse filled up is always Alec's need!"
What, like a gladiator for hire kind of thing? Clara responded as a new clip slammed home and Sandra slashed across a man's throat.
"But if you're kind of worried, afraid my skills'll make you frown..."
Oooh! That sounds fun, Ms. Sandra! Shyfly added as a bullet whizzed past her, causing Alec to spin round and impale the shooter on Sandra's tip, smiling and singing still.
"I'll work real hard and do my best, to turn that sad frown upside down!" he sang in the man's terrified face before withdrawing the blade.
Seeing no more combatants, Alec holstered his weapons and started off in the direction of the Coliseum. "'Cause I like to make them bleed, bleed, bleed..." he continued singing.
Yeah, that's what I had in mind. I mean, worst case scenario? They say no.Not like they can slap a slave collar on the big guy anyway. Remember the guy that tried the Neural Collar back on that Batarian ShitWorld?Ha! I do remember that! I suppose when the Reapers scramble your brains, a few perks come to the forefront.How do we know it was the Reapers that scrambled his brains? Maybe we just see things now that most people can't?Why is it that every time a new voice comes in here we need to have a discussion on philosophy?Sorry, won't bring it up again.