[He oozes up. Raises his gun as he's putting a few quarters that are the right size but the wrong image into the machine. They go through. Then he steps back, pushes a Coke button with the tip of the barrel.
Then he takes a few more steps back, tensed like he might have to quickly balk away or something if it's rigged.
Nope. Can of soda.
He gives Boone a sidelong look. Reaches the gun out. Touches it. Touches again. And then grunts a tad as he finally slings his rifle.] I have never heard of Nuka Cola either. Hear of Sprunk?
[He picks up the can, opens it, and then hands it to Boone. You try.]
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[He oozes up. Raises his gun as he's putting a few quarters that are the right size but the wrong image into the machine. They go through. Then he steps back, pushes a Coke button with the tip of the barrel.
Then he takes a few more steps back, tensed like he might have to quickly balk away or something if it's rigged.
Nope. Can of soda.
He gives Boone a sidelong look. Reaches the gun out. Touches it. Touches again. And then grunts a tad as he finally slings his rifle.] I have never heard of Nuka Cola either. Hear of Sprunk?
[He picks up the can, opens it, and then hands it to Boone. You try.]