Good luck out there...
It seems my time has come. I, Kinght Volarian Lionheart, Hero of the Commonwealth, bringer of light to the darkness, sight to the sightless and up until this game started, boobs to the boobless, have decided there is a time to pitter patter around in the wastes and a time to at long last enter the fell hive of scum and villany and find, at long last...
...A working sexbot/synth not named FISTO. Because Piper is too annoying, wastelanders are filled with radiation and disease and I don’t want Laz’s seconds anyway.
It seems there was some other reason I was supposed to go there but my doctor said this was right for me.
Cover me. I’m going in dry (because, you know, I took the bridge rather than swim through the ....oh nevermind.)
Go for it oh Kinght Lionheart.
Good luck out there...
DON'T TALK TRASH ABOUT MY FIANCE.
I've placed my dead ex-wife's wedding ring on her hand, so watch your step.
No, seriously, watch your step. There's a pulse mine right ahead of you.
:)