"You wouldn't know delicate electronics if they bit your cock off. Shit bitch, I thought your prople were supposed to have virtually invented the stuff." He finishes cramming the 'delicate electronics' into the Tsarina's meager storage space, mumbling to himself, 'muthafuckatellingmetobeca...

Abe accepts the offered pistols, quickly checking them over to re-familiarize himself with them. The Browning he slips into an interior holster in his long coat. The Guardian he hangs on to, partially to keep it in hand, but also because the other lapel holster is taken up by his Defiance Super Shoc...

Never mind, Jeff - I figured out the old one.

New post from Abe should be up either later tonight or first thing tomorrow morning.

Abe shoots Wendy a pointy-toothed grin. "Gimme a Jack and Ginger and a double bacon cheeseburger, Hot Stuff." He doesn't voice the rest of the thought, but the gleam in his wandering eyes makes it all too clear what's going through his head. It's obvious that the bitch'd be great in the sa...