Zone D -- The Foam

[Handsome Jack]

So, I'm heading north, looking to get ahold of one of the new items Karl's decided to throw our way, when my tablet beeps at me again. Taking a quick look, I see that in the next few hours, there's going to be more goodies for us to snag. And one of them is PREEEEEEEETTY damn close to me. I can't help but to smile. Considering how long it had been since the last drops were announced, they were probably all either grabbed, or being fought over. It'd be a waste of my time to head after them.

Putting my tablet back away, I turn on my heel to head back the way I had came. That's when I see it. Weird that I hadn't even noticed it before, really... the camera drone. Probably too lost in my thoughts. It HAS been a busy day. And a boring one. I give it a quick pose, flexing my... carapace masculinely. As I move to walk past it... *BRRRRZZZZT!*

“Oh no... Nononononono! No one ssaid a *beep*ing thing!? WHY?!”

Another body-rocking shock reminds me that Pops doesn't want me cursing anymore, and I come to the realization that... fuck me... I'm going to have to promote shit any time I look at a camera, huh? I sigh wearily and lock eyes on its lens (after a quick glance at my wrist to figure out just what I have to say). Oh wow. Them again? Fiiiiiiiine. Let's just make this quick.

“Drink Pepssi!” I shout as I stomp angrily away. Or I try to. A, comparatively minor, shock sends a fresh wave of rage through me. Guess that wasn't enough.

“Drink Pepssi! It'ss great! It'ss like a million hookerss having an orgy on your tongue while you do a line of blow off Kerrigan'ss asss.”

I wait a moment, and when I ain't shocked again, I assume that was good enough and continue on my way.

Moving from D3 to D6