[i]Stranger: Well howdy there pard, you alright?[/i]
Dr. Drake: I-I guess so? At this point Myles began checking himself for holes or other harm.
Stranger: Pretty sure I didn't wing ya, I was aimin' for this hear knuckle dragger.
The stranger pointed at the man on the ground, two holes in his head, one for each eye. Stranger: Ya'll can come out, I ain't gonna shoot you any time soon, unless you're crazy, and wanna eat me. Maybe just the crazy bit cause that other bit goes with the crazy automatically, and well I'd rather not bother gettin' attached an' all.
Dr. Drake: Who the hell are you?
Stranger: To the point, good idear, well M'name isn't that much on my mind, got me a number though, 56780, now I ain't no damn prisoner, I was in the military.
Dr Drake: Sure..not a prisoner, last time I checked the militaty still let you keep your name.
56780: Well son, when was the last time you checked?
Dr Drake: ...Uhh.. well..
56780: Thought as much. Son what year is it?
Dr Drake: Don't be crazy it's 2018. Well counting the time we were all under ground, 2025, best guess.
56780: Oh lord. I really wish I wasn't the one to have ta..Look ya like beer? Cause I got beer back at my cabin. Little place got some woods surrounding me. Part of the "Let it grow zone."
Dr Drake: ..Tell me what. What year is it?
56780:Balls, you freezer folks always.. right it's 2125. Damn it. I hate it when they faint.