#bbandme

Hahaha. You were always as quick as a whip, dollface. You can hide behind that cold veneer if you want, but you and I both know that a gorgeous and capable woman like yourself deserves to live out her days amidst lavish treatment and the company of a certain suave Chairman. Come on, toots, kick the kiddo to the curb, and I'll show you the kind of life that most people can't even dream of.

Baby, you know I'd clear out Tennpenny Tower with my bare fists if a swanky penthouse was what ya really wanted~ 'Sides, that clown wouldn't know style if it punched him in the face...which I'm tempted to do. Liz, baby, he doesn't think you can handle yourself. Lemme tell you, asshole, she definitely can. "Handles" me fuckin' well too.

Tsk. I'm slimy? The fuck's that gonzo put in his hair? Ghoul spit? I seen Super Mutants that groom themselves better. I don't care whose gang you run with, darlin', but don't you think that a grade-a dame like yourself deserves the high life? Why'd you wanna get your hands dirty? I'm talkin' gorgeous dresses straight from the Sierra Madre, gourmet food, and a penthouse apartment shared with yours truly. Trust me, dollface, you stick with the Ben-man and you'll never have to lift a finger again.

Hey, Liz, baby, don’t listen to that slimey fucker. I think you’re damn fuckin’ classy no matter what gang you’re runnin’ with…but wouldn’t you rather go with the most badass gang in the Wasteland, than some checkered-fuck Chairmen (whatever those are)? Even’ll promise ya my Tunnel Snakes jacket. It’d look real nice on you, girl…and it’d also look pretty fuckin’ good on the floor with the rest of your clothes~

Hey dollface, over here! I got a bone to pick! Who in the flying flip is this rube DeLoria? I thought you wanted to be the Ben-man's one and only? Come on, Lady Luck, if you wanna run with The Chairmen, you've gotta be a class act. None of this flip-flopping bullshit, you hear?

hey, nosebleed. heard there's this room down in the storeroom levels that's basically fuckin' deserted. no one ever goes down there... if you catch my drift, baby. c;

Well if it isn't my favorite pussycat on The Strip. Why havn't you shimmied on over to swing with the Ben-Man lately, baby? The Tops just ain't got the same smooth groove without your sweet little self prettying up my tables... I don't wanna hear about some capless clown swimming around the Ben-Man's only platinum broad, or he'll find himself with a few new leaks in his suit and drowning in ghoul-slime, ya dig? So what say you and me cash out n' go somewhere more privatelike, for old times sake?