12:56 AM
Motherfucker! Goddammit, more were taken now?! Son of a bitch. That's fucking it My friend has a few weapons that I'm gonna keep looking. Come on, just one town, there' can't be that many more places to search through.. right? Whatever it's at, the bitch is going down. Or the guy, whoever it is.
And my friend? The big guy.Can't miss him, huge man, leather, muscles, a little quiet, German like accent, literally a walking death machine Uncle Bob, but calls himself T-850 after his model number. He's helping me look too. But he never stops. Can't scare him, bribe him, or talk him out of his task. Never needs sleep, rest, or food. And won't stop, ever, until either he or someone else takes you down for stealing innocent children. So you think about that, and also think that if you're smart and not a dumbass, you'll do right and return them all unharmed. Because if you don't, there's a lot of angry people who will find you and fuck you up.
And my friend? The big guy.