"All over, I'm not really sure how I got here. One moment I was bludgeoning a man with his own arm, the next I'm in a fancy pub that doesn't have fleshy muties head's mounted on a wall. Either way, nice to see one clean place in the wastes." He lifted the drink and scarfed it down, slamming the small shot glass on the table. "Also what the **** is a NukaCola? Some kinda radioactive knock off of Dr. Pespiper?"
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