> opening private chat window...

>PORKCHOP: hudson
>HUD: hey pchops, thanks for the help the other day
>PORKCHOP: That's what I wanted to talk about actually
>PORKCHOP: your team is certifiably insane
>PORKCHOP: and you're insane if you keep running with them
>HUD: come on, they're not that bad
>PORKCHOP: you literally almost died. still in recovery, right?
>HUD: yeah, but it's not too bad. Machete lost a fraggin' arm! I just gotta stay in bed for a while.
>PORKCHOP: that's my point
>PORKCHOP: machete lost an arm
>PORKCHOP: you nearly died
>PORKCHOP: lotus nearly died
>PORKCHOP: if I'd been there instead of the drone I'd probably be dead
>PORKCHOP: you just run straight at the things trying to kill you
>PORKCHOP: ever heard of tactics? cover?
>HUD: cmon chops, you know i'm not a gunbunny, I'm a grifter
>PORKCHOP: so what are you doing with a bunch of sadistic psychopaths like these? the mage pulled out a fraggin arrow AND STUCK IT BACK IN. YOU GUYS TURNED ON A ROCKET ENGINE AND KILLED PEOPLE WITH IT
>HUD: they're my team, porkchop
>HUD: what do you want me to do? ditch my team?
>PORKCHOP: might not be such a bad idea
>PORKCHOP: at the very least you need to consider what you're gonna do if you keep running with em. you're not built for that action
>PORKCHOP: i sure as drek ain't running with you guys again
>HUD: come on chop, it was one run
>PORKCHOP: and you're gonna have to lay seriously low for a while considering the damage we just did to Ares
>HUD: hm
>HUD: you may be right
>PORKCHOP: tell you what
>PORKCHOP: if you're gonna survive your next run
>PORKCHOP: at the very least you have to gear up
>PORKCHOP: I know a guy who makes some pretty good cyberware. with the money from this run you should be able to afford some good stuff to keep you alive
>PORKCHOP: talk to me tomorrow
>PORKCHOP: and then I don't wanna hear from you again, chum
>HUD: ...
>HUD: fair enough, chops. talk to you tomorrow

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