You bring Gigg into the hospital room. The one where you were born
. The one where you showered with Lala. The one where you emerged without him
in your mask any more.
The Fat Man comes through with you, of course. You brought him here. He's your prisoner, Gigg. "Shite!" He wrests himself out of your hands, scooting back, away from you. He butts into the hospital bed, eyes looking around frantically, "How the fug did we get here"/
What do you do?
"When I was just a little teeter I 'member walking the palace grounds with you.
I think it was good then, but then you threw me an momma out, turned her out with them cowboys... to live... to live... in fuggin' junkyard. You don't care 'bout no one. Just about being the Big Dog. That's all you care 'bout. You gotta be some kind a piece of shite for a boy to hate his Pops." I stop to catch my breath, glaring at him from behind this mask.
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 12)
Lala, what do you think we should do with this spoiled privileged rich man who has lived off the of the blood sweat and souls of the weak and poor?
OOC: Angling at Norman
What do you do?
When I invaded the Palace to snatch Li, who gave the order to fire on us while we was carrying that little girl? If it wasn't you, who was it? Who was controlling Foster by holding her little girl in the palace? Who ordered me to kill those people on the Borax Bus? Who's been talking to me in my head all these years and let me call him Pops? IF NOT YOU, THEN WHO? By the end, I'm in his face yelling, enraged and nearly out of control.
just the one he props up to take the f-f-fall!"
I reach down and grab him by the jacket again, and lift up. "Take me to this brother of yours. This one who calls all the shots. He's the one I want."
With the The Fat Man Decoy's knowledge of where his brother is, I intend to emerge from the psychic maelstrom in his location, and I'm bringing this brother-decoy out with me.
As you approach, he senses your arrival, turns from the screens that show the carnage and chaos, the gunfire, the chopper. Dead Gloriana.
I take off my mask and stuff it into momma's purse, still staring a hole through Miles, "So, Pops, let me tell ya what's about to go down. You're gonna get on them vid machines right there, and you're gonna show me where the Gulf of Mexico is...."