Peepin tha destruction of tha Enclave Oil Rig, Vasquez’s unit was recalled ta Navarro. Though da perved-out muthafucka served fo' muthafuckin years as part of its skeleton crew, tha NCR assault on Navarro forced his ass ta move eastsidewardz ta tha territory of Nevada.Dat shiznit was here, Vasquez reported, dat he abandoned his Enclave sympathies up in favor of joinin tha Desert Rangers. For a span of 25 years, da perved-out muthafucka served as a Ranger; accordin ta Vasquez, his crazy-ass most
Anonymous
We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa —
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!
Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an’-twenty mile to-day —
Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!
Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you.
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again);
Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin’ em,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Try—try—try—try—to think o’ something different —
Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin’ lunatic!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!
Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers.
If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o’ you!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again) —
There’s no discharge in the war!
We—can—stick—out—’unger, thirst, an’ weariness,
But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of ‘em —
Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
‘Taint—so—bad—by—day because o’ company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o’ forty thousand million
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again.
There’s no discharge in the war!
I—’ave—marched—six—weeks in ‘Ell an’ certify
It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Anonymous
… Shit. Uh.
I’d really hate to rob one of the other either way. But…
Layla.
Kimble or the NCR embassy guy. (I can't believe I forgot his name X( )
Anonymous
You mean Crocker.
… Tough. Real tough. Crocker’s a nice man with a shitty job. He helped to make room for my wedding, you know.
But I think I’d choose Peaches in the long run.
I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before. It’s Charlotte. Likewise, I’m sure Layla would choose her querido over me.
Anonymous
…
Ares. Nephi’s the sicker of the two hijos due puta.
Your lovely wife, or President Tandi?
Anonymous
Charlotte.
I dare you to find any man in the NCR who’d chose anyone over his own wife.
Hanging off a cliff - Trader and a vicious centaur. WHO DO YOU SAVE?
Anonymous
Trader.
I don’t want to get centaur mierda on my armor.
Two people are hanging from a cliff. Make me choose between them.
Have you ever left someone behind?
Anonymous
Not if I could help it.
Where I come from— the Rangers, as well as my previous family— you never leave anyone behind. You can’t afford to.