❝   i’m  not  angry  about  anything—  i  just  don’t  feel  it’s  fair.    that’s  all.   ❞      &  it’s  not  fair.    why  does  he  get  the  big  chainsaw?    why  does  she  have  to  be  stuck  with  the  ripper?    his  chainsaw  is  able  slice  through  people  like  they’re  cake—  meanwhile,  he’s  finished  with  his  slice  before  she  even  begins  to  make  a  dent  in  hers.      ❝   i’m  not  giving  you  the  fat  man.    you’d  nuke  us  before  you  nuke  anything  else—  i  know  your  slogan.    shoot  first,  think  later.    won’t  pair  well  with  the  fat  man;  trust  me.   ❞      an  eye  roll  follows  her  words.      ❝   maybe  it  needs  a  new  saw  chain?    moira  up  in  megaton  fixed  it  for  me  the  last  time  i  was  having  problems,  but  i  don’t  know  if  she  changed  the  chain.   ❞

❝  lemme take a look.  ❞      he quickly snatches the ripper from her grasp,  eyes immediately surveying—  it was old  &  rundown.    a far away glance could tell you the same thing,  though.    cerulean hues dart to the chain,  noticing a mixture of rust  &  dried gore—  no wonder she was having problems.      ❝  you’re right about the chain;  there’s no way moira changed it.    i’m not even sure what she did because,  no offense,  but this is older than them.  ❞      his head gestures towards a skeleton in disarray off in the distance to their right.