New Vegas was crazy. There was no doubting that. Deathclaws, the Fiends, Roman wannabes, and the NCR always lurked around. That caused trouble for you, being a Great Khan who Benny had hired to help kill the courier with the Platinum chip. It was an easy job. All you really had to do was put the body into the grave.

As Benny looked down to the grave, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if in thought. You knew Benny as the smug bastard he was. Always at the Tops, brandishing Maria around as he flirted with whoever he could. There was probably a lot going through his head, but…he spoke up. With a rather odd question, too.

Benny: “Hey, fellas…is it gay to want to kiss a man? Hypothetically speaking?”