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After acquiring some weaponry from Cable, Nathan made his way back home in order to piece together some sort of plan. Exploding rounds were an excellent start, he had to admit, but they would do him very little good without strategy.
And that was why he was in his room, the shotgun and ammunition sitting off to the side, poring over notes in his journal.
Unfortunately, he was heedless of the small, greenish individual who was hovering over his shoulder watching. And so there was no way he could have anticipated that, in a fit of 'No You Are Doing It Wrong,' the gremlin was going to lean forward and bite him, firmly and soundly, on the back of the neck.
All strategies were immediately forgotten in the face of a sudden burning need for a blue hair ribbon and a poodle skirt.
[Oh yes. So very establishy.]
And that was why he was in his room, the shotgun and ammunition sitting off to the side, poring over notes in his journal.
Unfortunately, he was heedless of the small, greenish individual who was hovering over his shoulder watching. And so there was no way he could have anticipated that, in a fit of 'No You Are Doing It Wrong,' the gremlin was going to lean forward and bite him, firmly and soundly, on the back of the neck.
All strategies were immediately forgotten in the face of a sudden burning need for a blue hair ribbon and a poodle skirt.
[Oh yes. So very establishy.]
