Ooof, that one hurt. The breasts helped one of the pains, which on the whole was a pretty good turn of events.<br/><br/>"Yeah, suppose it's fair for me to go with the big gun" he whispered, moving over to Loretta. He checked his pistol over for the fiftieth time, his skin looking sickly pale in the scant light of the workshop. He shifted his eyes away from the (mostly female) main group and over the workshop. He briefly wondered what it was like with everyone working, lights on.<br/><br/>" ... This isn't going to turn into choosing teams for the Vault Baseball league, is it?"<br/><br/>Simon slowly turned to look at Sue ... Was that her name? He never really paid attention to those conversations.<br/><br/>" ... Or the Soccer league? I think that one has more ... uncooked meat."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>