Recording 5559575927253087 Sunday, 14 January 2281

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--------------------------------------------------------Recording 5559575927253087 Sunday, 14 January 2281----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Context: Br Bouse. (Leader of New NVegas) called in the 3 minor factions of the strip (The Secrets, Small Liz and Brutus. The Bottom, Swag and The Black Socks, Cannibal Bort.) to take action about a Deadclaw Problem.

Br Bouse Alright, listen up, Gentlemen. I called you into my glorious Fortunate 83 because I want to talk about something serious. We got ourselves a problem outside the strip. Deadclaws have been sighted prowling the outskirts of Blistern and Slaveside. What should we do this time

Small Liz: Deadclaws? Are you f(Redacted)g Kidding me, them again? Those b(Redacted)ds done enough damage in that H(Redacted)lhole of Slaveside

Brutus: Easy there Liz we dealt them before. Deadclaws are as intelligent as a sub rock. We can just call the Princes to help deal with them again like last time

Swag: Easy baby lets not go brute force. Not even the Newer Californian Republic can do anything to that army let alone the underarmed Princes. I say we lure the Devils in south Nvegas and let the deadclaws eat those drug ridden fools. Maybe they will leave us alone. Now thats a ring-a-ding plan baby.

Br Bouse: You two have sub rock intelligence. Both plans are stupid, go think of another plan or I shall my Policetrons to feed you to the orcs in Jamestown.

Cannibal Bort: May I make a suggestion Br Bouse sir?

Br Bouse: Yes yes Cannibal Bort please tell us your suggestion.

Cannibal Bort: I have a few spare stashes of hum- Bruhmin meat in my resturants kitchen. We can borrow cannons from the Zoomers and modify them to fire Bruhmin meat right behind them so they will follow the meat instead of us. Oh that will be lovely sir

Br Bouse: I doubt you have Bruhmin meat considering your "history" but-.

Small Liz: This is Bruhmins(redacted)t. For one how are we going to get to the Zoomers let alone borrow their cannons, one step in their land and you will lay in pieces on the ground. Secondly how are we going to modify them to fire meat? We barely have the resources to maintain the cannons so modifications are out of the option here. And finally we all know Cannibal Bort is a Cannibal, its literally in his name! Anything that comes out of his mouth will be about human flesh.

Br Bouse: Interrupt me again and I will have you endure the same fate as your former boss Cappuccino.

Small Liz: We don't talk about Cappuccino.

Swag: I can't get the sight out of my head baby, thanks for that.

Brutus: But Br Bouse, he has a good point. How is this plan even possible to do?

Br Bouse: My Policetrons have the state of the art missile launchers that can shoot down any shell that comes in its way. Its also equipped with all terrain high quality tyres that can dodge any bullets they come across

Swag: Well tickle me pink baby. Looks like we aren't going to be Deadclaw chow in the future, well when can we start?

Br Bouse: We can start immediately. I will send my Policetrons to contact the Zoomers, you three start finding random parts around the wasteland to help modify them. I know of a Columbian Zombie mechanic who can modify the cannons. But if you fail in your mission I will do execute you Penny style. Do I make myself clear?

Small Liz: Yea bub.

Brutus: Mhm.

Swag: Crystal Clear baby.

Cannibal Bort: acknowledged.

Br Bouse: Good. Don't make me regret helping you.

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