On my desk right now, I have 6 bottlecaps. If I was in the Fallout universe, I'd only have enough money on me to be barely worth the ammo it took for the hero of the story to kill me as I tried to mug him for no reason. He'd be frustrated with me and would probably be wondering why he used his fancy pistol rather than the service rifle he has a bajillion rounds for. That would last for a few seconds and then I'd be just another generic corpse for him to step over on his way to the next town.
|Why did I think mugging a heavily armed sociopath was a good idea? Was I really that high on jet?|