JuRicksic Quest

Crikey, you really reckon you’re too good for this, eh?

Alright, but don’t come whinging to me when you’re blown to bits by Quest-O-Tron.

Alright, just leave it to the genius pisshead to save the world again. No dramas.

Strewth, can’t handle a bit of robot sex toy tinkering? Pathetic.

Here’s the plan, and it’s brilliant because, well, it came from me. Non-virgin robots? Way less murdery. We’re making this tin can a sheila.

Alright, mate, we’ve got a situation. Quest-O-Tron wants me dead, and I’m not keen on becoming robot grub.

Just don’t hold me up with your incompetence, alright?

Guess you’d rather watch me get murdered by a robot. Cheers, mate!

Now rack off before I sober up and realise what a mistake it was trusting you.

Here’s a vial of my portal fluid for… whatever the bloody hell you’re up to.

It won’t get you out of here, not that I give a rat’s arse.

Well, strike me pink, you actually did it! Colour me gobsmacked, space cadet.

Well, well, look who finally rocked up!

I need a processor, battery and sensor to finish my schematic. Think you can manage that, or is it too much for your puny brain?

These can be found around Windstone Village for free if you’re crafty enough.