Everyone's getting ready for Valentine's Day. Me? I'll just be spending the day as a courier, and I've gotta finish delivering a small package to a man in a checkered suit. The package in question is waiting inside the big iron on my hip. Though, I've gotta say, patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter.
You see, women are nice and all, but nothing gets me more hot and bothered than a nice set of motorized exoskeletal armor, That Gun, and revenge.