[[Dude I never even hinted at a stash, because there is none, like these guys ditched some military bunker and started unleashing Hell. But I'll play along.]]
"You know the one who loads the gun takes the first shot right? Invaded by Russians and yet half you dipsharts can't even play their games right.", He chuckles as you stick the barrel into his forehead. "Listen kiddo, its real cute what you're doing. But I'd stop. Killing a Navy Seal is bad for your karma you know." Shifting around his wounded leg, he then sighs, looks out the window and then looks at you with the smuggest fucking grin that could ever be portrayed.
"I'm apart of the US Navy, Navy Seal Team 6, just like my father and my father before me. Stashes? Used to before we started shaving, grass and oil makes facial hair flammable okay. Listen, I was never a boyscout, couldn't. Mainly due to the Apocalypse happening you know, so I stayed in my bunker, ate my hash, and loved my family until the assholes booted me out for "misconduct". And I'd love to give you the exact location of the last bastion of unirradiated humans, but its been two decades and a lot more important shit has pushed that out." Satisfied with his answer, he leans on the bed board.
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