We headed to Concordia.
ECHO-Springs: Oh, and Athena? You're real pretty. Just throwing that out.
Athena: I'm -- uh. Uh. Thank you?
Small Timeskip
ECHO-Jack: Alright, welcome to Concordia, a craphole if I ever saw one. Find a guy named Huxter -- he's ex-Hyperion, runs the town.
We were at the city entrance. A blue version of Claptrap approached us.
CU5TM-TP: OK, that's far enough, buster!
ECHO-Springs: Just give him the --
CU5TM-TP: Entry papers -- and make it snappy! CHOP CHOP!
Athena: Are you fucking serious?
CU5TM-TP: You're in violation of the Verbal Space Morality Statute. You just got a ticket!
Tim: Fuck you in the ass!
CU5TM-TP: Oh, you just got another! I love rules. They make me feel powerful!
Tim took the ticket.
CU5TM-TP: Follow me or you'll get a THIRD ticket!
We approached the holding area.
CU5TM-TP: Yes, this is Concordia, mightiest of spaceports on Elpis. Too bad you'll be seeing it only from a cell for all those tickets you've accrued!
ECHO-Springs: Give him the Orbatron. Things will get weird. Just so you know.
Chifuyu: What do you-
ECHO_Springs: Just do it.
I gave it to him. He started glitching out.
CU5TM-TP: Oh, greeeeat. Yeah -- consider yourself toooooootally cleared for decontamination.
ECHO-Springs: Boom! Told ya I'd get you in! You're on your own now.
We entered what seemed to be a nurse's office.
Nurse Nina: Welcome, new citizen! Obey my commands.
A/N-(sry i couldn't find the cutscene)
Nurse Nina: Go stand on decontamination pod. Do not move when beam comes.
We entered, but Tim saw a spider and jumped. The pod electrocuted us all.
Nisha: Really, dude?
Tim: Hehehe...sorry...
Nurse Nina: YOU MOVE! Pah! Come into clinic, silly lapushka.
We went to her.
Nurse Nina: I Nurse Nina. When you need medicine, you come see. Only if serious though. Nurse Nina hate big babies. Unless they REAL babies -- Nurse Nina LOVE them! Here. Take.
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