The White Death approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"Oh, moro. They call me white death. I served in the winter war against the soviet union. I have over 500 confirmed kills alltho Im sure I killed over 700 perkele. I remind you that I killed all of those ruskies WITHOUT a scope.
I am also self trained in close combat with my knife and molotovs.
Änyways Im here to stay and also to bring this fancy wall ornament that I killed few hours back. [Drops a bloody bear head on the floor] Took a few stabs with knife and some vodka but I got the slippery bastard."
"Jesus Christ Man, go right ahead!"
The White Death enters the salty spitoon.
skinny guy approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"What the forget did you just loving say about me, you НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the good stuff go౦ԁ stuff academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Baaddd stuff , and I have over 300 confirmed (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ). I am trained in warfare and I’m the top stuffer in the entire US armed mMMMMᎷМ . You are nothing to me but just another Baaa AaAadDddD Sh1t . I will wipe you the forget out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, thats what im talking about right there right there . You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet? Think again, forgeter. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of go౦ԁ stuff across the USA and your IP is being traced rightthere right✔there ✔, so ✔if i do ƽaү so my self i say so , you better prepare for the storm, НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re loving dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, I could be rightthere right✔there ✔ and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ). Not only am I extensively trained in mMMMMᎷМ combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Good stuff Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little BAAaAaAaAd stuff. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your loving stuff. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will stuff fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re loving dead, НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ ."
"I don't know half of what you just said, but you seem tough to me. Go ahead."
Skinny Guy has entered the salty spitoon.
Fedora Guy approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"..."
"Well? Say something."
Reg is now Questionable towards Fedora Guy.
(i'll add the other responses from time to time)
