“Top’a the morning to y’all buncha wankers”

“What’s it to ya, Becket? And who the hell ya think you are, callin me a baby” [Squints back]

Wan-Kers. American Wankers.

“Oh look- Looks at his watch - it’s Ah-don’t-give-a-fuck-what-ya-think o’clock”

[Climbs Striker Eureka] I am high on top down under, wicked.

“Not ma fault yer old, lady”

Side eyes Lucky 7, mate looking at him?

||If anyone wants to talk to me to plot or just ask about my backstory for Chuck. Please just DM me. I’ve explored and detailed his entire backstory, and it’s canon but still different portrayal -Hades

[Puts on some music, AC/DC] This place is fuckin dead

||I think I’m good at writing this complicated cinnamon roll because I identify 10-10

||To anyone wondering if I’m too nice. Wait until a Raleigh shows up.

“Bloody hell”

“Im seeing Becket-Double. Shoot me in the face”

“Becket Jr can’t handle two minutes in my presence”

Can’t really not agree with that sentiment. Kinda nods.

Nah

Is still quite awake.

Why? Ah’m starving. [Rubs a hand behind his head. Is quite loss. No one gave him the tour] Fucks sake

[Wanders the ‘Dome in the most important of searches... the Caf]

Makes a smoothie]