The Baron didn't even want to question how these things could be anyone's children, but, he supposed that Skwisgaar could consider them whatever he wanted to. He still didn't quite understand a good amount of what he said, so luckily didn't assume they were assbabies or anything nearly so disturbing. Apparently, the two men were playing house with talking, sentient piles of guts. "Ah, well, that's very. . .nice," he replied to the weird revelation, and laughed when Skwisgaar suggested that the Shoggies would do better than George. "They probably will," he replied, with an amused smirk at the Shoggies. He actually expect they would. He hadn't figured Skwisgaar would read the note until later, and, thought that both the Swede and his strangle little 'wife' would have been better off staying at home, sleeping off their very obvious hangovers.
Toki wandered back from the rocket launcher, where he'd taken a few more liberal swallows of vodka, announcing, "I wants to shoot that," to which the Baron told him he'd have a chance to during the second part of the class. the Baron knew this was a literal chance, as, he intended to put the rocket launcher somewhere the students could fight over it. Toki looked displeased, and started muttering about how he'd just tell Ofdensen to buy him his own rocket launcher, and started to load his own gun. Which he managed relatively easy, since, he seemed to remember having a few of these somewhere in Mordhaus. And guns were fun to play with, even with an epic hangover. The vodka was starting to help, thankfully, and Toki was starting to feel slightly more buzzed than hungover.
The Shoggies needed relatively little help in loading their guns, as, they had actually been very attentive, and were discordiantly reciting the instructions as they went through the process, managing to find ways to manipulate the parts with their tentacle-like pseudopods. The Shoggies had decided amongst themselves that they would be better at operating the devices as a pair, since they really weren't designed for Shoggies, and so Shoggies 10 and 4.6 carried one, and Shoggies 3 and 18 carried the other, excitedly squelching towards the firing range, and looking expectantly at their 'parents' to join them.
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Toki wandered back from the rocket launcher, where he'd taken a few more liberal swallows of vodka, announcing, "I wants to shoot that," to which the Baron told him he'd have a chance to during the second part of the class. the Baron knew this was a literal chance, as, he intended to put the rocket launcher somewhere the students could fight over it. Toki looked displeased, and started muttering about how he'd just tell Ofdensen to buy him his own rocket launcher, and started to load his own gun. Which he managed relatively easy, since, he seemed to remember having a few of these somewhere in Mordhaus. And guns were fun to play with, even with an epic hangover. The vodka was starting to help, thankfully, and Toki was starting to feel slightly more buzzed than hungover.
The Shoggies needed relatively little help in loading their guns, as, they had actually been very attentive, and were discordiantly reciting the instructions as they went through the process, managing to find ways to manipulate the parts with their tentacle-like pseudopods. The Shoggies had decided amongst themselves that they would be better at operating the devices as a pair, since they really weren't designed for Shoggies, and so Shoggies 10 and 4.6 carried one, and Shoggies 3 and 18 carried the other, excitedly squelching towards the firing range, and looking expectantly at their 'parents' to join them.