Right, so I 'm probably getting mugged. I don 't love that.

'Am I getting mugged? I don 't love that, ' I vocalize.

The guy at the front of the pack laughs, making the rest of them join in. 'No, no nothing like that, ' he says with a molasses-like smirk. 'We 're not mugging you, we 're just gonna turn you in to old G-2 and get us a pretty little reward. Your bounty will make a nice contribution to our vacation fund. '

Stupid fucking bastards.

'Right, so, no, ' I scoff, hands already hovering over the handles of my guns. 'I 'm fucking

busy,

go play games with someone else. '

I can take six-ish stupid losers no problem, right? Even with my head still kinda spinning and everything in general hurting, this should be easy street. I mean, if I had it my way I 'd sleep for another week before trying to fight

anyone,

but I don 't currently have that luxury.