“oh, Fat Nuggets!” Angel grinned happily, pulling his pig from out underneath the rubble of the hotel. He looked around at the destroyed place, noticing you weren’t there. He began to frantically search, using all six arms to help. He pulled your body out, gasping in horror.

“hey, hey. shit…yer badly hurt, sweet cheeks,” he crooned, his voice cracking as he held you. He would fix you, no matter what. “damnit, ya’ gotta fever too…stay with me, hun...I’ll get someone to heal you,”