[Well, hopefully he's a little more graceful than Mookie. But he is really young, and really small - even shorter than Merle. And he does look upset. Not scared, really, but he's clearly not having a good time out here. Probably a newcomer from the look of him.
Max raises an eyebrow at the voice, who upon closer inspection seems to be coming from a midget tree-hugging hipster pirate disk jockey, given the tapes and CDs he seems to be carrying.]
Yeah. Needed to use it to beat a velociraptor to death. [Okay, it wasn't to death, but Merle doesn't need to know that. He knows how it is in the prison cap yard - he's got to look tough the first day so the others don't pick on him. He's not gonna tell the truth (unless placed in an area where he is compelled not to lie... like so sort of Truth Zone). Regardless, Max scowls and collects his stuff, securing his duffel bag to his back and holding his new "weapon", still playing its smooth rhymes.]
You seem to be the only adult out here, so... mind telling me where we are, exactly, grampa?
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Max raises an eyebrow at the voice, who upon closer inspection seems to be coming from a midget tree-hugging hipster pirate disk jockey, given the tapes and CDs he seems to be carrying.]
Yeah. Needed to use it to beat a velociraptor to death. [Okay, it wasn't to death, but Merle doesn't need to know that. He knows how it is in the
prisoncap yard - he's got to look tough the first day so the others don't pick on him. He's not gonna tell the truth (unless placed in an area where he is compelled not to lie... like so sort of Truth Zone). Regardless, Max scowls and collects his stuff, securing his duffel bag to his back and holding his new "weapon", still playing its smooth rhymes.]You seem to be the only adult out here, so... mind telling me where we are, exactly, grampa?