In his years as a gangster, Gat had seen some seriously weird shit. Giant cloned killing machines, mass-produced by a rich french man to conquer a small city. A virtual reality where he took the form of a toilet seat with a laser canon. Breaking onto the movie set of that damn vampire show to kidnap the lead character... and that was just in the last couple of months. But, of all the ridiculous things he had seen, of all the ludicrous actions he had performed, surely this trumped them all. 

As if he had walked into some kind of circus, a stunning assortment of weirdos and freaks appeared to have gathered around what appeared to be a food stand. A strange-looking guy kitted out in LARP gear with a serious skin condition. Dude looked almost dead. There was a strange lady with horns, and what looked like a couple of schoolgirls. A real bunch of weirdos, that was to be sure. And the dialogue.... damn, were they rehearsing the script of some b-movie or something? Speaking all ominous like that. Shit, what if he'd been transported into some kind of b-movie? Ugh, talk about a fate worse than death.

Nonetheless, it was true that Gat was now in a world he didn't quite understand. He'd been pulled from Steelport into this place through some strange means, and now he was surrounded by odd sights and people. Like a bad dream, if only this wasn't so real. Sighing, he walked towards the grouping, twirling his Shepherd handgun as he walked. Even if they were just a group of weirdos, people who dressed like that usually had something to say. Maybe they worked for some eccentric gang, or they were just crazy people. Either way, they seemed like the people to talk to in this place, if he wanted to get back home any time soon. Absentmindedly he wondered how long it would take to get home, even if he managed to get a hold of a jet in a place like this. Didn't look like anywhere he'd ever been before, so probably quite a while.

'Hey, hey, hey! I was just passing by, and it seems I'm a little bit lost." Smiling slightly he tossed his gun into the air before catching it again, although he refrained from pointing it at anyone yet. "So could any of you strange fellows point me towards Steelport? And maybe tell me how in the f*ck I got here?"