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"Hmm... maybe i'll come back."

LAWGIVER – is pulled from holster…

      ‘ Turn around and start walking! ‘

@discudable

CHAK CHAK! Two guns were pulled from the waist compartments on Scud, and both were aimed at the Judge.

“Yep.  Jeff the talking pop culture plug.  ‘’There can be only one.””  It’s odd, he was a little uncomfortable with the prospect, yet– Now he’s sort of reached a point of acceptance.  What with all the weird garbage he’d seen.  Like Voodoo Ben and his whole chaotic jump through existence and seeing God put in bondage.  “You know– I might be– Because where you’re weirded out, I’ve just sort of accepted this whole thing as normal in my life.  Me and Sussudio did do some time travel stuff– and other travel stuff–  Say, you been to Heaven yet, bud?”

"Where Angels tore off my girlfirend's limbs and I was ordered to destroy the planet? Yep, been there. I'm guessing your friend is also a living bag of hammer space as well. Oh, and a discontinued model with a peak interest in pornography."

Like all the weird shit he's seen, he's coming to terms with this. Like the one in front of him. Only concern now is a chronological paradox or something, not that something like that has ever concerned him, nothing really changed when he killed a dragon in medieval times.

He feels like he’s sweating– Can robots sweat?  This is weird.

“Scud Heartbreaker series 1373.”

Oh crap. This is getting too close for comfort.

"Scud Heartbreaker series 1373..."

"Are you from the future or somethin'?"

Perhaps this was a minor factory error. Then again, most Scuds only last as long as their targets.

"Please don't tell me your target was Jeff, the Jeff with the talking kneecaps and the plug head."

"Woah."

“…”

All he could currently do is listen. This was rather interesting… Another bulletproof being? Assassination robots that explode when the job’s done? Seems like something that would happen in a twisted future of his. The hedgehog nods as Scud finishes.

“Well, that is quite interesting, to say the least. I do catch what you meant with your last statement. I have sadly seen that, as long as there are people left, they will have different opinions, and they will mostly end up in fights or wars. Though… I’m going to assume that you are skilled with weaponry and firearms too? I, as the Ultimate Lifeform, carry the cure to all known diseases, but… For some reason, I was also made to carry lethal abilities and almost perfect skills with firearms. Ironic that when you have to save someone, you need to end up shooting someone else.”

"That's life. I was designed to shoot people. I don't cure diseases and all that crap, someone just gives me money, and shoot the other, poor bastard. Could range from a hapless hobo living in an alley to the President, doesn't matter who it is. It's not often I see someone who values life. Where I come from, life is just as valuable as a small packet of Doritos from a vending machine, though self-preservation is still a virtue. 'Shoot the guy so i can live', they say."

Man, this hedgehog has it rough.

“Of course. I appreciate that you even took the time to speak to me, considering that nobody really wishes to since my ‘free time’ is very scarce and rare. That and not a lot of people really want to talk with… A talking hedgehog.”

Shadow knows that it may be kind of weird for others to see the two talking, but he didn’t mind. It was nothing but a casual chat, after all.

“– Shadow, Shadow the Hedgehog. Ultimate Lifeform, almost indestructible, bulletproof, all that stuff. You?”

"Scud. I'm an assassin, who ALSO happens to be bulletproof. You hire robots like me at vending machines to kill someone, we get the job done, then we explode. Dying seemed boring so I only shot my target's limbs off and kept her on life support."

Scud didn't seem to mind his life story of few words. He had nothing to worry about as long as Jeff's heart kept beating.

"Spooked solid."

Scud wasn't one to trust the undead, or any other supernatural entity that was unfortunate enough to be in his wake. Too many times has Benjamin Franklin tormented him, and already had a close encounter with Hell itself, run by a supercomputer. Two handguns were aimed at the other.