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Sherman has completely failed to follow any of the conversation since they got here and is loudly complaining to Marley that "da breden na speek proper."

He decides that alcohol is probably a good solution as the weed is not cutting it and order a large round for himself.

"Yay mon, wot da I an I say," Sherman readily agrees.

Sherman is happy to have another day in civilisation, so he readily agrees with the suggestion to head to the village, they might even be able to round up some more troops for the front line.

He spurs his un-named horse towards the gates noticing the place does not look hospitable.

"Ya mon, da I and I be looking for a crib for da night?" he asks the unseen gate guard.

"Spiders?" Sherman inquires and looks up from his whittling, two of his hands flip open his saddle bag and put away the knife and wood.

*Spot: +7 (+0 Wis, +7 Ranks) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Sherman ambles along on his unnamed horse, whittling a piece of wood, oblivious to the world around him. Marley being a plant also fails his spot check.

"Sight seeing mon" Sherman mutters, "See da broadway!" he does a quick shuffle of his feet, looking remarkably graceful for a 4' foot crab.

Sherman continues to drink while he listens in, he gives Coca-man a funny look as he catches him scoping out Germain.

"Mon, back in Jamaica da I and I be seeing Spiders as big as a house mon," Sherman injects into the conversation, "da I blow dem to de maker wid dynomite, the pieces taste like chicken" he chuckles before raising his whiskey, "Slant eye?" he asks Lonnie quizzically before he downs his shot. "Back in deh island, we say Cheers!" he grabs his ale mug offering it out for Lonnie to clang his glass against.

Maccoy wrote:

Roach wrote:

Mutant Monkey wrote:

Gimmie your actions

Beer.

Whiskey.

Both.

You are a gentleman and a scholar, both is a splendid idea! Do I hear the cry of Depth Charges?

After dropping his horse off at the stable, Sherman goes along with the Cocaman, intrigued by the possibilities of food and beer.

"Beer?" Sherman inquires and spurs his horse on towards the inn.

Maccoy wrote:

I'm assuming Maccoy also has a horse, even if he is horrible at riding one. (+0 Ride modifier)

You're definitely not limited to a horse. Patrick would probably let you take a chopper...

"BWAAAAAAAK!"

Sherman walked across the ocean floor to get here, so he has not had a chance to pick up anything more exotic than a horsey.

"Righteous bro, Da I an I would be shakin ya paw if da I had one" he looks at one of his hands, then salutes instead. "Da I be seein ya on da flip side mon."

He mounts up on his plain old boring horse and looks around at the freaks the others are riding.

Sherman has a moment of inspiration and turns back to the android/sphere, "What about supplies mon?" he asks. "If da I and I raise a righteous army of breden, will da I trade supplies?"

Wowsers, that was a lot of postage!

Sherman looks around confused as hell, not quite sure who he should talk to and baffled by the talk of EMP weapons.

He interjects various "Ya mon!" and "Righteous!" into the conversation when he agrees (or understands) part of the conversation that Coca, Roach and the Borg Collective are having.

Turning to Marley he giggles, points at Colonel Sanders and whispers, a little too loud, "Da Brotha Coca be talkin to da Chicken!"

Am I correct in thinking that we are not really passing through and instead are trying to recruit these guys to aid in the fight? As well as heading to New Ork?

"Rauchous Booty!" Sherman announces unintentionally as he looks over the curvaceous Android. He then clamps his mouth shut and stares at Marley as if it is his fault he spoke out of turn.

Sherman looks up from the bottom of his 5th chaser, "Whats all da cus cus lil' girly?" he moves over to Germain putting three arms around her protectively, "Ya know, where da I comes from, da I be likin them chunky, ya girl needs to be eatin more an fillin out that raucous bottie."

He pats her shoulder gently before turning to look at the giants navel, he slowly moves his eyes skyward, "Mon! Da I is pleased ta be meeting da I, names Sherman, an da I over der is Marley." He offers his free hand out to the giant to shake while nodding towards the plant propped up at the bar. "Smoke?" he inquires as he reaches into his tunic, pulling out a dubious looking roll up, only slightly smaller than a carrot and offering it skyward.

For the new comers, Sherman is a 5' tall Mutant crab, complete with armoured carapace and 4 arms. He is currently wearing a large knitted rasta hat and a dust and dirt streaked leather tunic. Marley is a bushy, 4 foot tall Marijuana plant, that sits in a chipped and cracked terricotter plant pot complete with harness for carrying. Marley is Sherman's best friend and the two are often seen in conversing, to date no one else has seen the plant do anything but be plant like.

Sherman proceeds to get a bit drunk and inquire what peoples feelings are on the wreckers and what they know of the robot nation they are heading towards.

Sherman's face splits open in what you assume is a grin, but it is hard to read emotions on a shell face. "Dank the i mon, dank the i very much." he grips the doctors arm and almost shakes it off.

"barman get dis breden another drink." he calls to our triocular bar keeper.

"Da I appreciate dis i bredren, how would the i gaan fe bed payin'?" Sherman asks as he fishes in his belt pouch for some coins for the bar bill and to pay the doctor.

"Say, Sherman, any particular reason you're holding your arm like that?" He gestures at Sherman's bad arm.

Sherman points at his arm, "Da Babylon be bustin it up right good and proper," he answers before pulling back the sling to show a cracked carapace with burn marks, most likely from some sort of lazer.

He nods at the barman and indicates Roach, "Da I and I be drinkin' what da bredden be drinkin',"

"We are jus passin' drough," Sherman drawls out in his thick accent, his three good arms waving about to indicate a vague direction over Yonder.

He starts to unfasten the Cannabis plant from the saddle on his back and makes his introductions, "Da name is Sherman and dis is breden Marley," he points a stubby finger at the plant with the second name before wiping the palm of his hand on his pants and offering it to the stranger.

The inn seems to be the best place to start especially if they are looking for a room for the night, but his arm still pains him, from the encounter with the robot, and he also thinks a doctor is in order. So he will head to the inn to get a room and to inquire if there is a doctor in town.

Those who had spent time with Sherman would of quickly realised he looked nervous and shifty as he is scanned, almost going so far as to let out a releived sigh when the scan is over.
"What id da Nano-bites?" he whispers to Roach as they are allowed into the compound, "Da I and I was Tinkin da babalon were after da Marley."

He looks around at the shop titles, completely unable to read any of them, but hopeful that many will have pictures to help him out. "Take a chill pill eh?" he indicates the inn with a big stubby finger.

Sherman holds one of his wounded arms cradled in a sling, "Ah, ye, dey put up a bad fight, i should drink fe our victory."

He takes a long tug on a very big joint and looks at the others contently.

Sherman looks around at his companions and holds his shots until the robot gets a bit more into range.

"Marley mon, I be tellin ya to get out of da bad man's sight." he whispers to the plant.

I am away from Friday 11th for 4-5 days on my buying trip, going to have to stare at loads of women on cat walks, it's a hard life but some one has to do it.

Still lurking, anyone heard off Coca?

I am sorry for your loss as well, please accept my deepest condolences.

I am away for 8 days from Thursday night and will not be able to post in that time.

Just to let you know I am active and checking every day, but I am happy to wait for the others to get back as it is also my busy season at work.

"Where do you want the I?" Sherman asks Roach, indicating his 4 short range pistols.

[ooc]Sherman is still here, just not had anything to contribute for the last several days.[/occ]

Sherman half listens to the plans, knowing full well he is going to be fighting in close combat as part of the plan.

"The I can climb," he offers out in case anyone wants him to do some wall walking.

I am having serious Ewok images here!

Sherman watches with interest, fidgeting with his zippo lighter as the thoughts of upcoming battle build up his excitement.

Any actions? If not I'll advance the storyline to next evening

Sherman hugs Bartleby and mumbles "Thankya mon." before crashing out for the night.

I so want to say "I wub you Barney!" Must resist.

"Da Marley is down below, but da I canno climb," Sherman announces before offering one of his big hands to the purple dinosaur for a hand shake. "It is grand ta meet ya bredda."

Sherman keeps his mouth shut, wondering how much of what he seeing is real and how much is induced by smoking Marley.

Sherman whispers to Coca "And da brethan tell the I he looks weird?" he would raise an eyebrow if he had one.

Sherman seems up for helping the peaceful little guys out.

Sherman snorts and sits up as the pebble clatters off him, scratching him self he wanders over to where he can see what is going on.

"zzzzzzzzzzzzz...mumble....groan....." Sherman rolls over in his sleep, the voices disturbing his peaceful dreams.

"Zzzzzzzz......." Sherman snores away contently.

"Ya girly, that not be how ya be playing de checkers mon," Sherman shakes his head at the poor attempt to explain drafts.

I must have missed that.

"Meh..."

Translate "bad man" into the sentry spider robot guarding the stairs which summoned the robot you have now named Masta Blast (Mad Max- Thunder Dome?). We do now have a security card, so should in theory be able to pass it by flashing the card.

Description of Masta Blasta in case any one had forgot:
A rusty eight-foot tall robotic form. Shaped like a beetle with spindly chicken legs, the robot sports two long arms and a sensor pod at the top crest of its shell. Faded markings on the robot read something in Ancient Anglish

"What about da bad man on da stairs?" Sherman asks, hooking one of his thumbs over his shoulder in the direction of the fire escape?

"Can ya fix da Rasta man?" Sherman asks, "The I be good to have when da I go talk to other robot nation."

We are still on our way to see the robot nation to get aid against the wreckers, will they not try and indoctrinate him into their collective? Is it also possible to do the same to the robot on the stairs?

"Batty means ass, dude."

"Ohhh!" Sherman whispers, "so no cricket mon?" he gives a big goofy grin and waits in anticipation.

"Oooooo" Sherman sounds for a second like the aliens from Toy Story.

"Da I an I play da cricket, be good to have a batty boy, ya mon, make it wid the sentience."

"Da Marley and Da I think we make it sentience." he pauses before whispering to Coka, "What Id this sentience mon?"