
That wasn’t the asshole she was afraid of, but thanks for trying to comfort her Slick.

That wasn’t the asshole she was afraid of, but thanks for trying to comfort her Slick.

He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her. I love this stabby dork.

PAINT! SHE LIVES! I’m so happy.

If you see a giant asshole, you found the guy.

I can’t believe it has taking me this long to realize the cane doubles as a pool stick.

God damn, that stick is way too big. How big to Cherubs go up to?

A weapons a weapon. Might as well take it.

And it is agreed. English never grew up, and Slick runs his gang in a much cooler way.

….There are many questions to deal with here. Mainly Why and How. Like, “How is that gun floating by itself?”, “Why is it pointing in the opposite direction from Hussie?” and “Why the hell did English just leave it?”

Yeah, you have to see if Ms. Paint is ok.

As long as you don’t try to take puppets, I’m cool with that.

…honestly this is the better choice really. I’m not complaining.

Fuck yeah, reclaim that gun again. The same that Scratch used for his own devices, you use it for yours!

Sorry Hussie, Slick is immune to your narrative abilities. He is just that cool.

Funny. Hussie’s blood looks like horns and wings on him. Like a dead butterfly, or God-tier troll.

You mean Hussie? I wonder how Slick would feel seeing that the guy who threw him off the balcony was killed. He might just loot the body.

Well….Slick’s body is moving. So at least Hussie knows something about bullshit cybernetics.

I wonder how Caliborn would feel about that? To have this guy proclaim himself to be English’s enemy?

It took me a minutes to figure out what they were.
They are the Act Curtains, aren’t they?

Did English murder the horses?