March 2015

Please marry me

“Ohhhh, sorry honey. Really wish I could, honest. I just don’t think we’ve made it to that stage in our relationship. Or… any stage, for that matter.

Don’t feel too bad though, hey! It’s not me, it’s you.”

Moxxi comes to you begging, on hands and knees and all that jazz, that you take her back, that she's sorry, whatever. What do you do?

“Tell her, sorry, honey! But the Jack Train has left the station. You missed your chance with this rich and handsome piece of ass, and now you gotta live with that decision.

One hell of a question though. She hasn’t, uhh.. been saying anything about me lately, has she?“