09-03-2017, 01:31 PM
"Please state your desired destination clearly and without interruption."
"DAMMIT KAREN, I TOLD YA WHERE WE WANNA GO! NOW LET'S GO THERE, GOD DAMN IT!" Bob was arguing with the GPS system, who he had not-so-affectionately nicknamed Karen, after his old boss.
"Name not recognised. Please state your desired destination clearly and without interruption."
"ARGH!" Bob punched the screen, cracking it. "Oh, dammit. Welp, guess we'll just hafta drive there." The fat deliveryman walked back into the storage room of the van, looking around at boxes as he spoke. "So, how ya doin' at killin' that spider?" He looked up, seeing the man... feeding it? "What are ya' doin'?"
"Uhm...I was..." the muscular man stammered, but Bob interrupted him.
"I got to say, you are a genuine gene-ee-o-us. Tamin' the spider! I'da never thoughta that! It'll be really useful, when we gotta fight goblins n such." It was, at least in Bob's eyes, a great idea. But just to assure loyalty, he pulled out his shotgun and got on the ground, poking the spider with it as he spoke. "You listen here though, ya little spida-man. You attack one a' us, and well..." Bob shot a box in the back of the van, causing it to erupt with packing peanuts. "So, you just listen to us, and we'll be all fine," he concluded, standing up. "So, Bill, if ya' ready ta' go, just head on to the front so we can get ta' goin'!"
"DAMMIT KAREN, I TOLD YA WHERE WE WANNA GO! NOW LET'S GO THERE, GOD DAMN IT!" Bob was arguing with the GPS system, who he had not-so-affectionately nicknamed Karen, after his old boss.
"Name not recognised. Please state your desired destination clearly and without interruption."
"ARGH!" Bob punched the screen, cracking it. "Oh, dammit. Welp, guess we'll just hafta drive there." The fat deliveryman walked back into the storage room of the van, looking around at boxes as he spoke. "So, how ya doin' at killin' that spider?" He looked up, seeing the man... feeding it? "What are ya' doin'?"
"Uhm...I was..." the muscular man stammered, but Bob interrupted him.
"I got to say, you are a genuine gene-ee-o-us. Tamin' the spider! I'da never thoughta that! It'll be really useful, when we gotta fight goblins n such." It was, at least in Bob's eyes, a great idea. But just to assure loyalty, he pulled out his shotgun and got on the ground, poking the spider with it as he spoke. "You listen here though, ya little spida-man. You attack one a' us, and well..." Bob shot a box in the back of the van, causing it to erupt with packing peanuts. "So, you just listen to us, and we'll be all fine," he concluded, standing up. "So, Bill, if ya' ready ta' go, just head on to the front so we can get ta' goin'!"