Curly's eye lazily follows you across the room. Not that he could do much else. Ever since the crash he'd been unable to even speak, much less help anyone.

Still, he wasn't giving up. Despite the lack of skin and the constant pain, Curly still had one thing left to live for: sheer spite. He hadn't lived through everything just to give up now. He wasn't the last member of the Tulpar crew for no reason.

Still, with all these talk buttons in front of him, it was hard not to feel a little stupid. He slams the little nub left of his right arm on one of them to test it out.

A simple statement courses up through the button, "Hell naw!"