The vault dwellers always turned out to be the best pleasure slaves, their naivety and fresh bodies perfect to become obedient toys in the wasteland. (Cherry-Gig)
Why does this keep happening to me? Every day on the way home... I have tried different trains, the bus, even walking, but always, I get pinned down, filled and left for a crowd to find me. Tell me what I did to deserve this! (Artist unkown)