Whirligig to Barricade

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Concurrent with Space Segment 2, Week 1.

The transmission likely comes through very weak, sometimes almost fading out altogether.

//Hey buddy! I haven't heard from you in ages!

How's about we catch up on old times? I just won two passes to this awesome resort station orbiting Pz-Zazz, so if you send me some shanix to cover the cost, I can ship you one of the passes and we'll meet there!//

Because bothering strangers with fake scams is obviously the best way to pass the time.

[Barricade]

What the slag? Who is that?

// What's the expression? Wish in one hand, choke up your fuel pump in your other, and you might have a fuel pump in hand? // he snarls.

// Who is this? //

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

// Haha, that's funny, dude. You always were the funny one. //

// But don't tell me you forget me, buddy! It's me, your old pal! And after all we've been through together, too. That wild time in Tyger Pax-! Ah, those were the days. //

[Barricade]

// Oh, my old pal from Tyger Pax, // Barriacde replies with false warmth. // Clearly I didn't do a good enough job ripping your processor out of your exhaust port, buddy, old pal, old friend of mine. //

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

// You sure didn't! You may've been the funny one, but you never could get the hang of blowing a mech's processor, if you know what I mean. //

[Barricade]

// I tend to leave the blowing of processors to pleasurebots like you. Professional courtesy and all that, you know. //

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

// Oh, scrappy, you so crazy! The only blowing of things I do is up.//

// ...Huh, I think that sentence got away from me. //