*Shakes his head*
No thanks. 
I try to vices that don,t slow me down. 
Wasteland is deadly ernough, and I already had my fair share of lives.   

*takes a long swig from beer deliberately *
Another universe... Fuck, Devils... Universes... *looks down at Plasma pistol and loads a higher power energy cell that glows a little brighter*

Either I got hit way harder round head than I thought I did or I found a land more fucked up than my own...

*Furia heads out slowly and yawns too sleepy for too much chit chat and goes straight to kitchen*
Morning...people.

*goes about finding some food and downing a large glass of water*

*sees dead bodies and  looks round *
They pick fights ... Seems they not picked wisely.  *sees the massive wounds deciding whatever they faced was not a good idea to copy*