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Government just couldn't let his pre-programmed 'curiosity' stay under wraps for long. It had been only a few minutes of him standing guard outside the Radiation Roost and already he'd grown sick of looking at the street. It'd been a while and he was still not used to how much his beloved America had changed. 

Everything was so... dusty, ruined, and unorganised. These were the nightmares of those pundits who conjured up images of Iraq during the Resource Wars, saying America would turn out like that. Evidently they were right. And even worse, apparently Communist infiltrators like the one he had witnessed could not only wander around freely but also spout their rhetoric in public. Gov. had in his memory banks a time when that man would be dragged off and thrown in jail for life like the vermin he is. Maybe then this nuclear war wouldn't have happened, he thought.

The robot's attention was shifted when the Communist wandered right past him with another man, evidently not acknowledging him at all, and entered the Radiation Roost. Gov. had his recorder on him the entire time, the rusty wall repair being thin enough to hear through it. Unfortunately, the soundwaves ended up getting polluted when he detected another man approach the bar, burst in and confront someone else inside. It sounded like there was going to be some kind of struggle. Gov. would have taken the opportunity to try [s]running[/s] driving away again had it not been for the whole crowded street business.

But before the confrontation could escalate to violence, he heard the distinct sound of Stubby whipping one of his shotguns shut.

[color=ed1c24]"Is there a problem, sirs?"[/color] Gov. heard his 'owner' say from inside the bar, combined with the sound of a stool screeching against the floor. Gov. knew that the guard towered over most people in the town, so whoever he was talking to was probably quite intimidated.

[color=ed1c24]"If there's gonna be a lil'... altercation in 'ere,"[/color] the Guard continued talking, [color=ed1c24]"I'd suggest takin' it outside, away from me an' all the other ordinary folk jus' tryin' to enjoy their drinks."[/color]

Gov. took this opportunity to deploy his arm-mounted Plasma Pistol, making him combat-ready... or as combat-ready as he can get, anyway. Since the Communist had not noticed him when he walked in, Gov. could easily catch him by surprise if he tried to make a run for it. This felt just like old times.