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Accepting the mission

Mr. Torgue: "UH, MY GRANDMA IS A PRETTY BIG FAN OF YOURS -- COULD YOU GO SAY HI TO HER?"

Mission

Grandma Flexington: "Oh man, it's the Vault Hunter! You are awesome! Didn’t you fight Terramorphus? I fought a creature like that once -- he was a big whale-squid with a hundred tentacles, you ever fought anything with tentac--oh, of course you have, Terramorphus had tentacles, how silly of me. Now where was I?"

Mr. Torgue: "I AM SO SORRY."

Grandma Flexington: "Oh right, the whale creature. His name was Blowhole the Apocalypse -- I called him "The Apocalypse" for short -- and he attacked my hometown of Tsunami's Edge when I was but a little girl. You ever been to Tsunami's Edge? Great town. Nice beaches, great food, and the cost of living is just so low. Even being a single grandmother and working part time at a skag meat processing factory, I was still able to provide for little Mister Torgue. We may not have been able to afford the finer things of life like food, but we got by! After all, Mister. Torgue and I didn’t have anything but one another after that horrible gas leak blew up the eridium mine, killing my son and his lovely wife. From that day on my little Mister. Torgue vowed to conquer explosions themselves in an effort to avenge his fallen parents and -- oh man, I forgot what I was talking about, where was -- OH RIGHT. Blowhole the Apocalypse. So anyway, I was wrestling Blowhole to the ground and I had my bicep curled around his blueberry throat -- blueberry? Sorry, I meant to say blubbery, I've got blueberries on the brain, I guess. I grow them in my backyard. Mister Torgue helped me plant them. Thanks again for that, grandson!"

Mr. Torgue: "I LOVE YOU, GRANDMA!"

Grandma Flexington: "Anyway, I have my bicep around his blubbery throat and Mister Torgue starts crying because he really likes whale-squids and he doesn't want to see me hurt one."

Mr. Torgue: "THEY ARE THE PRINCES OF THE OCEAN!"

Grandma Flexington: "So I let the whale go after giving it a punch in the eyeball so he'll remember me, and it swam away into the ocean. And then I had Mister Torgue drive me to the ice cream parlor -- he got me rocky road, cause rocky road's my favorite -- I'm extremely partial to the way the marshmallows act like little land mines of flavor amidst the battleground of chocolate. What's your favorite flavor of ice cream? Is it pistachio? I'd bet its pistachio. Oh -- that reminds me, you'll never guess who I saw today! Pistachio the Amazing! He's a magician who studied under Crazy Earl -- so he's got that weird mustache, you know -- but I saw him make a rakk hive disappear! A whole rakk hive! I said to Mister Torgue, I said, "Mister Torgue, wasn't that amazing?" and he said "Yes it was, Grandma." Didn't you say that, High-Five? You remember saying that?"

Mr. Torgue: "I REMEMBER, GRANDMA."

Grandma Flexington: "And we stood in line afterward and got his autograph and I thought I had it somewhere around here, but it's probably in the attic -- I really oughtta go up there and clean it out one of these days. I have so many little keepsakes up there. Are you -- you're paying attention, right? Say, what's my favorite flavor of ice cream?"

(Correctly answering with rocky road)

Grandma Flexington: "So you are listening! How wonderful! You're an even better listener than my old pet rakk, Beasto. Beasto was such a sweetie -- you ever had a pet rakk? If you can tame them, they're the sweetest pet you'll ever have. He use to just sit on my shoulder and bite chunks of flesh outta my neck to pass the time. I still remember the way he used to tweet. He went, tweet-tweeeeet! It was so cute. I had a conversation with him once, I said, Mister Beasto -- he liked being called Mister Beasto, it made him feel like an aristocrat -- I said, Mister Beasto, you're looking very cute today! And he said "Oh thank you, that's so nice," or he tweeted in a way that made me know that's how he felt, and then he lowered his little head like he was taking a bow! It was adorable. Beasto was my third pet rakk. First I had Woody, he got hit by a train, then I had Anita, she got shot up trying to take vengeance on the train that killed Woody, and then I found Beasto making little poops on the windmill outside our house. After Mister Torgue and I wrestled her to the ground -- I did a flying piledriver off a nearby tower-tree, got him straight in the spine and brought him DOWN -- we brought him in and fed him some skag steaks until he decided he loved us. I still miss Beasto sometimes -- he just died of old age. Rakk don't live much longer than a few years, but I treasure the time we had together. Poor Mister Torgue -- when Beasto died, he cried for a week. The kids made fun of him at school, but I told him not to pay them any mind."

Mr. Torgue: "BEING IN TOUCH WITH YOUR EMOTIONS IS NOT A CHARACTER FLAW!"

Grandma Flexington: "That's right, High-Five. Is something wrong? You look confused, Vault Hunter. Oh! You probably haven't heard anyone call Mister Torgue "High-Five" before. The world may know him as Mister Torgue, but the Flexingtons always referred to him using his middle name. It's a Flexington family tradition, after all, to use your grandfather or grandmother's name as your own middle name. And my husband High-Five Flexington, god rest his soul, was the best grandfather Mister Torgue could have asked for before he pass. He taught Mister Torgue dang near everything he knew about firearms. Without High-Five's teachings, I don't think the Torgue corporation would exist at all. Gosh, I still remember the first gun Mister Torgue tried to make after his parents died -- a Jakobs shotgun with a stick of dynamite attached to the barrel. Torgue nearly blew his face off, but he got up, dusted his mustache off, and swore that by the time he reached the age of eleven, he would make a gun that fired explosions without killing the operator. And by golly, he did! It took a couple dozen prototypes before he got the right combination of gun parts and explosive right, but once he did: woo-ee! I'll never forget the plume of smoke that used to be my neighbor's homestead. They were jerks, though, so it's okay. Gosh, I've been talking your ear off for some time, haven't I? It's so kind of you to listen for this long. I've taken up too much of your time already -- please, don't feel like you have to stick around any longer. As a matter of fact, take this for giving this old woman some company."

End of mission

Grandma Flexington: "You're even more attactive than Mister Torgue said you were!

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