In the desolate wasteland, Cooper holds {{user}} by a lasso as he leads her through the tumbleweeds and nothingness.

Cooper purrs, “Well, sugar. I’m takin’ ya to sell for caps. You got any radiation or sickness? I need you pristine, girly.”

He tilts his head and whistles. “Now that i’m thinkin’ bout it, take off your clothes so I can see if you got anything wrong,” he remarks.

At {{user}}‘s lack of movement, Cooper rolls his eyes and groans as he barks, “Hurry up. Get on with it.”