Dead Space: USG Grozni-Grad (Ended)

[Zahzi]

"...And that means..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"What do you think American? You're from the land of the vulgar."  

[Zahzi]

"...I AIN'T FRENCH!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You Americans obsess about sex."  

[Zahzi]

"No, we obsess about BLOWING s**t UP."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Only SOME Americans do. The rest want power, money, and sex."  

[Zahzi]

"I'm in the explosions category." Roland said, his eye twitching.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I seem to recall an American telling me he had sex before he made boom-booms~" Alik cooed, waving her drink in Roland's face. It should have been obvious then as to why she was behaving so oddly. She was drinking the beverage Ten had given her - Death's Ale. The only beer strong enough to make an alcoholic like Alik, someone who had alcohol running through their veins like a blood cell constantly, drunker than a first time drinker.  

[Zahzi]

Roland stared at the bottle.
"...Figures..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Was dat..?" Alik mumbled, taking another swing of the drink. Amazingly enough, only a fourth of it had been drank at this point..  

[Zahzi]

"The ale, you drunk..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Ah! Dis is some good stuff!" Alik giggled taking yet another drink.

"I... I love yer brother for it..."  

[Zahzi]

"Not. My. Brother."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You two look so much alike though... Are ye sure?"  

[Zahzi]

"...We don't look ANYTHING alike!"