User:Dent,Arthur

Wondering around the wasteland, wearing a dressing gown. A mole rat charges. I turn to flee, trip, fall flat on my face. The mole rat, in mid leap, flys over me, hits the radscorpion that was sneaking up on me. The two critters, tangled together, roll down the hill and into a group of raiders. I pick myself up and try to wipe the dirt from the robe. I hear a lot of growling and screams from down the hill and decide to go in the opposite direction ... maybe I can find a nice cup of tea somewhere.