Of all the crazy situations in Worm that could prompt me to reference that speech (for the first time), I end up calmly reciting part of it in response to someone turning down a laptop.
Tag: Game Grumps
“Yes?”
He raised the laptop he carried in his hands. “The guys in CS asked me to bring this to you.”
SWEET DIGITAL RELEASE FOR WORN-OUT WRISTS
She shook her head, refusing the offer, “For now, every computer that comes in is supposed to be used for setting up the consoles and communications.”
I appreciate it… but look what you’re dealing with, woman.
You gotta draw the line somewhere. You gotta draw a fucking line in the sand, dude. You gotta make a statement.
You gotta look inside of yourself and say, “What am I willing to put up with today?”
NOT HANDWRITTEN PAPERWORK
“What can I say? When you ask me who I am, I write down in the name slot: ‘Bitch’.”
In a movie, that might have been the heroic sequence that occurred in slow motion, where the lunatic villain missed the pivotal shot by a hair and blew himself up in the process.
And I shot. And I missed. And I shot again. And I missed again.
Now, if this isn’t that scene… not blown up, hit someone?
We’d be left bloody but victorious.
But Mannequin didn’t fire. He was too collected to do any of that.
Fair.
This possibility is why I said “if he’s actually doing it”, if that wasn’t clear.
So now Taylor and Grue are both prone. That might be bad.
He adjusted his aim, directing his hand-gun to where I’d pushed Grue to the ground.
“No!” I said, and the sound wasn’t a grunt this time.
I mean, unless he extends his arm, wouldn’t the result be the same that way? At least if the bullet does ignite the gas. Otherwise the difference lies in killing Grue first, like I already suspected he wanted to.
I stepped in the way, putting myself between Mannequin and Grue, arms spread, half-kneeling. Bastard tugged on the leash again as he stepped forward, and I almost fell on my face.
This super cool protective pose, and then Bastard almost removes the dignity. Heh.
I could let him go and sic him on Mannequin, but he’d almost certainly die like Lucy had.
Probably, unless I was right about him being a wolf causing him to be better protected.
Why?
He could have been conserving ammunition. What was that term for ‘the simplest answer is often the correct one’? It didn’t matter.
Occam’s razor.
I’m not sure how well it applies here, though.
It was possible.
I moved my bugs closer to Mannequin, to test his presence for gas. Only a few perished.
Seems like an improvement.
There wasn’t much, if any. His mouth was closed. He was catching up to Grue. Grue must have noticed, because he directed Sirius up into an alley and towards a roof.
Hmm. Now he might be conserving ammunition – he probably has a limited amount of the gas.
Mannequin stopped and raised one arm, then fired. My bugs felt the concussion of the shot, but no reaction from Grue and Sirius.
There was a pause, then another shot. Again, no reaction. Two misses.
I opened my mouth, closed it. The only things I could think of to say would only get me in more trouble.
This working? This on? Good. The tinny female voice rang out from the armbands of the two heroes.
…
Tattletale you magnificent bastard. I’m so damn glad to have you back.
Armsmaster snapped his head around. I followed his line of sight to where Grue, Regent and Bitch were standing in between Tattletale and Miss Militia.
And there is nothing she can do! If she tries to force her way past them, she breaks the truce.
For those of you who don’t have a front row seat, the very well armed Miss Militia is currently doing her best to point a Beretta 92fs at my head. If this broadcast ends prematurely, you can all rest assured that the Protectorate is willing to kill and break the truce if it means censoring its dark, dirty little secrets.
I. Love. This. So. Much.
Legend grabbed me, hauling me into the air as he crossed the length of the room, Armsmaster hurrying behind as we raced towards the scene.
Ahahaha
There’s nothing you three can do about this!
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