Kleese already thought of this. It’s in his lore. He’s got two and he uses 'em all the time. We’ll be in the middle of the fking desert, thirsty as hell and he’ll float in with his deluxe cup-holders full of ice cold beverages and his AC unit blasting in his face. And he’ll just stare at us. While floating. Kleese is an ahole. And he didn’t even contribute anything to the mission. Just said he was there supervising. We were digging irrigation ditches. Why? I dunno, MELLKA, why were we digging irrigation ditches?
If you’re gonna roleplay as Whiskey you gotta get yourself a foot keyboard.
What is a foot keyboard?
Oh… well… Whiskey decided to make himself a keyboard he could use to type messages with his feet. Why? Because his arms were too busy using his knife to crack open nuts. He couldn’t very well crack open nuts and type at the same time. So he… and you gotta love his logic here… found an old junked keyboard… and I’m not talkin’ about a standard QUERTY layout either… I’m talkin’ a f**kin’ synthesizer. Somehow he rigged the damn thing up to his computer terminal and assigned each note a letter, while still retaining it’s ability to make noise. Now… keep in mind, it was junked, so it sounds like flock of dying seagulls, and the damn thing is in permanent CAPS LOCK, but he continues playing his keyboard with his feet, typing, cracking nuts… and… “singing.”
Well into the wee hours of the morning.
The dude’s got a frightening amount of engineering talent… and he uses it… TO KEEP ME UP ALL F**KING NIGHT!!!
OH, DON’T WORRY… HE CAN’T HEAR ME COMPLAININ’!!! HE’S GOT THE VOLUME TURNED ALL THE WAY UP!!! I KNOW I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE HE’S PIS-----
Oh… never mind… it sounds like Reyna got a hold of the keyboard…
Looks like I’m gonna have a nice, quiet night.
You know… after the yellin’ stops.
