Sam walks slowly to the brothers, curious, asking what is going on with a loud tone.
"What in the bloody name of Mother is going on here?! You two are just here in the corner while I'm all alone."
As Sam says so. He hears what the brothers said in their conversation. Getting frustrated from hearing so.
"Oi there! What are you talking about Jack! I told you to not bloody talk about your bloody addiction to him. I don't trust any of Zick's bloody shit."
Sam pushes Jack and grabs Zick by his torn suit. Beginning to shout at him for being a problem.
"Oi look at me! I'm Zick and I was born disabled with baby legs and long bloody arms! I'm such a bloody stupid problem to everyone around me so I just stay at the bar most of the time as a stool to show my bloody place!"
A punch hits Sam's face. Launching Sam into the wall, shattering it to bits.
Zick falls to the ground and sits. Trying to ignore the action which is going on.
Jack looks at Sam with a menacing face. Ready to beat the shit out of the weapon merchant. In doing so, Sam becomes even more surprised.
"Ahh! Well Jack. I suggest you to bloody stay away from this. You don't want a bloody fight right?"
"You're drunk old man. And I know you very darn well when you're drunk. But saying that to my brother... I'll make sure you'll get darn payback from what you just did."
Sam cleans himself quickly as his third back arm is fixing his hat and monocle. Saying with a cynical tone to jack as the gentleman giggles.
"This is your last bloody chance Jack. This doesn't involve you. We don't have to do this."
"You didn't have to darn drink too much. And that comes from me. So bring it on old man."
"Well... you bloody asked for it."
Sam leaps towards Jack as sound waves come out of Sam back, thrusting him even faster towards the angered brother.
Jack takes a step aside to the left and stretches out his leg to where Sam's heading. Making Sam trip and fall as he hits Jack's leg. Causing an immediate victory for the old brother on the battle that occurred.
Sam's confused.
"Wha-what. What the bloody hell happened?"
"I told you. You are darn drunk. You didn't even see my leg."
"What bloody leg?!"
"Uhhh....."
"What?"
"Just go to darn rest Sam. You need it now."
"What?"
"I said that you-."
"What?"
"..."
"What?"
Jack slaps Sam in the face, knocking him down to the floor. Looking at Sam drool a bit as while holding a letter held by his hand.
"Hmm? What's this?"
Jack grabs the white dirty letter out of Sam's right hand's grip. Taking a quick look at Sam while questioning what is the thing he's holding.
"A letter? Since when did he hold a darn letter?"
Jack opens the letter. Reading it, while trying to imitate Sam's British accent terribly.
"Oi Jack. If you're reading this, then it probably means I'm bloody drunk. If You knocked me out to read this letter then I applaud you for doing so.
Anyway. Wanted to to tell to a few bloody things when I'm knocked out.
One. Remember the lady that bloody attacked us when you two entered my house? Yeah well about her. While you were doing your bloody shenanigans outside with whatever that that was, I managed to hack into her brain for information.
Yes I know it's a bit dark to make a robot with an entire bloody life behind her into a machine that only has one function but... eh I got nothing. Just wanted to test out if I could bloody get information from her that way. Mostly because I hate doing bloody cop talks. You know me after all.
So basically. When I get up, bloody remind me about what I did since you came in here. Don't worry, you two can sleep here if you bloody wish to. Just don't mess the place around. My entire house is this one bloody room after all."
"Hmm... darn. He really is a planner. Wait. Is there a darn back page too?..."
Jack flipped the letter, noticing a back page. The big brother sighs and starts to read it as well with the terrible impression of Sam.
"Oh... also forgot to mention. Hopefully you'll notice this bloody back page but anyway.
I'm sorry for hurting your brother. I was just bloody programmed to be competitive with engineers like your brother... I promise to at least try being nicer to him, but I can't promise anything more than that. So if he still feels bad for how that I treat him. Just know... I can't control my bloody motherboard of a brain.
So yet again. Please be comfortable as much as you'd bloody like here until your house would be repaired. And also. It's okay to tell him why you're addicted to beer, even if my bloody drunk self won't allow it.
Take bloody care.
P.S. he can call me uncle too if he'd like to.
- Your Uncle Sam."
"Darn. Even in his letters he uses the word "bloody" a lot."
Jack got a smile for a second while reading the letter. But then returned a frown on his face as he turned to Zick. The sad brother.
Zick, sitting on the edge of the stage, holding a napkin. Cleaning himself. Looking all worried and sick.
Jack rushes to Zick as wind flies through the older brother from him running.