So what the hell's going on now? Everyone I've been talkin' to has been spilling out their freaking life stories, so what gives? First that damn woman is murdered and made into little, chunky bits. And now this.
Hey, any of you assholes feeling weird today, like something's off? Or is it just me? Cause I've been remembering things that ain't never happened to me. So I'm thinkin' that this damned town is trying to do something.
[Dempsey was walking around town, feeling like he's been here for almost his entire life, even though that was most certainly not true. It also seemed like his meteor was glowing brighter and being louder than usual. Of course Tank being Tank didn't really take notice of this fact. And instead he went on to his current task, trying to find out what exactly was going on.]
Yo! You over there! I've got some questions to ask ya.
Hey! Tank Dempsey here, I was wonderin' if any of ya know how to give a decent haircut? Don't really trust any of the damned drones to do it. And when I went into the barber's shop there was only one guy working.
So how about it? I'll even pay ya too if you do a good job on it.
Holy shit, it's the same as freaking Mother's day ain't it? This is fucking awesome! Wonder which of the chicks know how to give a good massage? Backs been killin' me lately.
[Dempsey was walking around town as per usual. He didn't have to work today, which was a plus. And all of the women were at the men's every beck and call for the day. So how is he going to spend his father's day? By grabbing some beers and snacks from the market of course! Can't watch T.V without those essential items!]
[An excited Dempsey picked up the phone after gaining a new regain from the town.] Holy shit! Haha! No fucking I got one of those!
Hehe, hahaha! mwahahahaha!!!
Lets see a fucking meat sack get past this baby! Hey, anyone wanna come over and see my toy? I may let ya touch it if I like ya enough.
Figures they want us to kill each other again. Probably just gonna be another fucking rip off, I don't even know who the hell the guy I'm supposed to kill is!
Whatever, I don't know about the rest of you meat-sacks, but I'm gonna be holdin' up at the bar. So if ya wanna try and kill me that's where I'll be.