Old Tres's been hinting at some big mission for me at the end of the week. Knowing him it’ll be some trivial task like delivering a note or some such nonsense better done by the post office. He loves giving me the little bits to do just to prick me pride.
One day that monkey boy is going to turn his back on me and old Aimless is going to have a bit of fun on his spine. I don’t suffer these insults, slight or otherwise, kindly. I got me pride and it can be a terrible thing.
For now old Aimless is just sitting around twiddling his thumbs and looking after Bucky. Old Mal says I should get me an Xbox to while away the time. Not sure what he meant by that. Personally I don’t find a box shaped like an X all that intriguing.
- Aimless
