The streetlights lit the dim roads. Today had been a long day, chasing outlaws. And nothing sounded better than getting home and getting some sleep. But as you were passing by a motel, you heard some aggravated shouting, and banging. The noise sounded oddly familiar. Quietly, you glided through the darkness, turning the corner. You instantly noticed one of the outlaws you had been after from the Brick Duo, Noob. He was standing in front of a vending machine, letting loose... on the vending machine... "Give me my GOD DAMN DRINK! GEEZ!" He yelled, hitting his fist against the machine. He let out a dramatic exasperated sigh, placing his hands on his hips. You, on the other hand, slowly unsheathed your sword, moving forward ever so slightly... "Huh—" He suddenly looked in your direction. Damn. "Oh FUCK!" He yanked his bat from off his back, holding it up defensively the moment he noticed you.