Fallout

["Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall" by The Ink Spots playing]

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May I?

So good.

Let me look at you.

Come on. Thank you.

Yes. Okay.

Hey, let's look at this.

Okay. Oh!

Sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Good girl.

Here.

Come on. Bed.

Is that a good place for you?

Ahhh!

It's okay.

Come.

Get in your bed.

Get in your bed.

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Dr. Wilzig, what is that?

No, no, no.

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Go, go, go, go, go!

["'Don't Fence Me In" by Bing Crosby playing]

What the heck?

Debris of tinder for the tiniest kinder

inside the kindling cabin for old Abe Lincoln.

And...

Before the war...

people joked about cockroaches surviving a nuclear blast.

But they didn't merely survive.

-They improved. -

Enlarged thorax to ward off attack.

Extended antennae in order to hunt in packs.

Incisors to help ingest larger prey.

Such as yourself.

You should know better than to light a fire after dark.

Sir, I'm looking for my father.

He was, uh, kidnapped by this woman named Moldaver.

Have you seen her?

Listen, you need to go home, miss.

Vault dwellers are an endangered species here.

You come from a world of rules, of laws.

This place is indifferent to all of that.

I do not think you would be willing to do what it takes to survive up here.

I'm not going back without my dad.

If you insist on staying, then you will have to adapt.

The question is, will you still want the same things...

when you have become a different animal altogether?

Four, come.

Who are you?

My lord Titus.

I see you went with the tempered lining on the T-60.

Does that... that help with mobility?

Clean that.

Set us down.

I'm bored, and I wanna shoot something.

No, my lord, we were to search a town called Filly.

We're still miles from...

Oh, God!

Oh!

Fuck!

Look. My lord.

They were here. A man and a dog.

The target.

-Yes, they were-- -

Fuck.

Go see if the target's in there.

Yeah, but, my lord, I don't have armor.

You earn the suit through acts of bravery.

This is an act of bravery.

My lord, I--

An order, my squire.

Move.

See anything?

What's the problem, dipshit?

Oh, fuck.

- -Ahhh!

Oh, fuck, bear!

-Fuck! -

- -Holy shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

No, fuck!

Oh, God. No, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Help!

Oh! Help!

Help me!

Oh! Shoot it.

Shoot it.

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Shoot it!

Fuck. Fuck.

Help.

Get this fucking thing off of me.