Bob: Now that we had set up a base camp, our little tribe of misfits realized we were gonna need a chief. Naturally everyone turned to me first, but I nipped that idea in the bud real quick. I told ‘em, “Thanks, but no thanks.” Meeka: I still think you’d be great at it. Bob: Thanks, doll. But honestly, I just didn’t want the headaches that come with that job. Had enough responsibility in the army back in my day. No one else seemed to want it, either. Maybe that’s why we held the vote while your dad was -- uh, chopping logs.
Bob's Wasteland Tales #2
by Bob