* Happy New Year everybody! I'm back! =D Oh, and *Da isn't a typo. I'm of Irish decent and my family and I use "Da" to mean Dad. (Obviously).
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So. . .that wee lass from that great big fuckin' vault's back in town (and without her Da I see). Huh. I guess visiting that quack from the radio didn't help her much. She should've taken up my offer---twat. Oh, and what's this? She's got herself her own personal ghoul following her about? Ha! Aren't so "high and mighty" now are ya? That Gemma's no better than your's truly; in fact, she might be worse than me 'cause she says one thing than does another it seems. This is gonna go into me files for safe keeping.
Ah. . . .How it does my heart good to see this young thing corrupted by the wastes. Yes, how grand? How grand indeed! Damn tart's gonna break Gob's heart once he sees her manservant following her around. (Just another thing for me to shove down that putrid walking corpse's throat---which suits me-self just fine). If anything, it'll teach that butt-fuck not to hand out anymore "free drinks." Damn article he is! Feckin' fuck! After all this time under my watch, and he still doesn't understand the rules. . .I should give him a good wallop tonight, I should.
Huh. I suppose the jokes on my fucktarded friend. You see, sometimes (when I'm too drunk to stand) I piss in me own still. It's not as if I'm hurting nothin'. I'm only adding some more flavor to my brew; I think it gives it a better flavor---more musky if ya will. Mostly, I do it just to annoy the stuffing outta that Andy Stahl. I think my nightly pee excursions rub him the wrong way because my beer's more popular than his even with my natural juices swirling in the mix! Ha! I swear, I'm getting a hard on I am from just thinkin' about my victory over that worthless cocksucker. Poor boy. . .I think his obsession with me and my bar is giving him a complex-----fucker might even have a crush on me. Faggot. Hey, Andy! Can I help it that I'm God's gift to breweries, bars, and women? I can't ya see. That's just the way the Maker's made me and who am I to question his "infinite" wisdom and all that crap?
Well, what do we have here? Look's like 101 is talking to Doc Church. . .even hugging the dick. Funny. Her friends with an ex-slaver and all. It pays to have people in low places feeding you information (especially when they're junkies that need ya to give 'em that fix of theirs before the sweats start to kick in). Yup. Mr. Church used to work over in Paradise Falls. . .why he left. . .well, I'm still trying to piece that together. That man will be giving me as much meds as I ask for to keep his secret a "secret."
Yes. . .life is good when a man's business is good. Now it's time for me to go inside my saloon, knock boots with my favorite whore, and then beat Gob with a big stick. Sounds like a good plan to me. . . I wonder though. . .Is a man's work ever done? I suppose not; at least, not when the man in question is surrounded by a bunch of damn idiots. Yeah. . . . I guess a real man's job isn't finished until he's dead and unable to fuck a chick's brains out, or fuck over his enemies (unless that brilliant fuck's figured out how to outsmart death).
Hmmmm. . . .I wonder? With the way things are going for me perhaps I'll be that lucky bastard? As I said before: Who am I to question God and all His "infinite" wisdom and what not? I suppose if He means for me to keep on wallowing in success like a pig in shit, well, then so be it---I ain't gonna argue with the guy. In fact, I say hallelujah to that or "amen" or whatever it is a man is likely to say about such things. Yes sir, His will be done and His will's been good to me. . .Heh. . .it's been mighty good indeed.
Yeah. . .so praise Jesus and all that crap. Praise Jesus and cue the "hallelujah chorus." Hark the herald angels sing or whatever 'cause I'm walking on water kiddies---Moriarty's this land's second coming. I am God's gift. I am His everything and that Gemma, well, she's got nothing on me. (No man does). Ah, Gemma. . .you'll learn your place soon enough. Feckin' hippocrite she is. . .she'll learn. . .yes, she'll learn eventually. Everybody that's worth their salt in Megaton knows: I am a force to be fuckin' reckoned with. I own this town as much as I own the souls of it's inhabitants---I'm kinda a god in my own right too. (Although, I'm not as forgiving. I'm more of an "eye for an eye" kinda type. . .and I'm gonna open 101's eyes wide to what Megaton's really all about). Yes. . .anyway, enough thinking, time for me to grab my gal. Moriarty needs some love and care, if ya know what I mean? Heh. Hallelujah boys and girls. Halle-fuckin'-lugah. . . .
