Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170224150004/@comment-24510587-20170226002338

"Oh? Last I checked, we were at fairly friendly terms with those Raider bastards until you snuck into their quarters yesterday," Wilkes hissed.

"We had things under control, and then I had to shoot at Casamir to save your skin. Right now there's 40 bags of fertiliser out in the street there waiting to get detonated in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, because you were not in control of yourself!"