Wei-R
My friend computer cares about us so muh that he leaves us to lo learn of our fate without holding our hands to much. Well, come on 666-13. Time for us all to get our gifts!
goes to the crate
Teddy-R
Check on what the ticking is
Crock-R
Look in the crate.
As you gingerly open the ticking crate, you are suprised by a small box on legs bouncing up and out of the crate, leaping onto and perching on Wei-R-DAL's head. It emits a constant ticking.
Hi! I'm Clicky the Chronobot, here to count the time down! 19 hours fifty-seven minutes to go, and it's looking swell!Inside the crate is another crate with a padlock, a big box with some sort of plates sticking outta the top, a saxophone, an oil drum marked "Petroleum Jelly", a small box with a lid on, and a sea of marbles. There is also a device which looks like a snail with a handle (Knowing what a snail is is treason), two laser rifles, some sort of gun, and a big tank with some kind of dispenser attatched.
Joe-R
Look at the dead intsec goons to see what color they are.
Say to the still living guard, "Congratulations on saving us from those traitorous assassins! Your such a brave, skilled and loyal citizen! What is your name, I will be sure to mention your dedication to protecting trouble shooters. May I search those traitorous commies you gunned down for evidence of their crimes?"
Put my scroll chit under my shirt through the neck hole for safekeeping, holding the pen and Mission Equipment Liability Voucher Form in the other. Check for my weapon.
The goons were in Red, ill-fitting jumpsuits and armor. Fresh trainees, you guess.
Fast Talk (Chutzpah) [20!]
"Hey howdy there fellow thanks for killiing all your pals hey it's a shame to leave all these guns lying around mind if i take them and of course their boots and their clothes and the- Hey, don't point that gun at me, I need this stuff for my secret soci-... -e... ty?
Crap."