"I ain't paying your lazy ass to sit around and tell tall tales to street urchins, get in the kitchen and wash them damn dishes!"
"R-Right away, Sir."
You collect the dishes from the tables around the bar, at which you are currently employed.
It is the evening, the dinner rush having finally ended, and it is now time for you and you alone to clean the place up for the next day.
The children follow you back into the kitchen.
"Archer, tell us more about the Bandit!"
"Yeah! Yeah! What was he like? I bet he was such a gentleman~<3"
"No way, I bet he was like a super villain!"
The youngest child tugs on your pant leg and asks, "Wha wuz his name, Awchewa?"
You puff out your chest proudly, making the stack of plates you collected rattle and sway.
"His name was Archer Storm. He was my great grandfather."
After finishing the dishes, you lead the children back home.
You watch out for them, being able to relate to their situation of growing up mostly on the streets.
You leave them at their apartment complex, if you could even call that run down slum inhabitable, and head home.
As you round the corner and make your way down one of the side alleys toward home, you are suddenly accosted!
"Hey there, little man. Rupert sends his regards."
That's the name of one of the members of the Six-Finger Gang!
You lost a bet awhile ago and still owe him some money.
"C-Can't we talk about this?"
You begin, but the big man will obviously hear none of it.
"He wants his money now, and if you's don't have it, he says I getsta break your bones until ya do."
Growing up in Teslaport Five, this is hardly the first time you've ever been mugged, but you'll be damned if you paid for all of those "Main Protagonist Fighting" lessons for nothing!
You reach behind you and pull out your trusty-