Get In Line
Zane looks into retirement options.
Zane: And... gotcha! (gunshot)
Barnabus: Ghahaha! Zane, hrk... wait!
Zane: Barnabus, ya old bastard! Come to assassinate me, did ya? Under whose contract? No, wait—let's make it a game! Hyperion? No? The Obsidian Block? Pangolin? Hephaestus United? Maliwan? Am I getting closer, Barny? Hot or cold?
Barnabus: Okay... all of them. Ghgh... and... Cutlord Karuu.
Zane: Cutlord Karuu? Shite! Been years since I did a job for her!
Barnabus: Nghhh... I'm dying...
Zane: Ahhh, you'll be fine, Barns! If I don't shoot you again. Hahaha, shite! That was close, though. Ya almost got me!
Barnabus: Oh, you're just saying that.
Zane: No, I mean it. Honest! But now I'm thinkin' I might have to lay low for a little while. These last few years, I've always been looking over me shoulder. Can't even enjoy a pint.
Barnabus: Ngh... try... Pandora...
Zane: Pandora? Ha! You know, I think I shall. Why the hell not? Thanks, Barny! Been good catchin' up! If ya don't die, we'll grab a pint next time I'm in town.
Barnabus: That'd be... nice...