The smell ain't as bad as you said, Syrena.
Something's wrong with your nose.
The clans in the Westlands pay big for inked skin.
Maybe.
And we'll get plenty of scrap metal and pricy stuff off the bots and car.
Maybe.
Such a sullen child. You're getting a nice skirt outta his hide.
I don't want none. Anything made outta him'd stink up my closet.
Ain't much good eating on him. There's always kidney stew...
Quit teasing!
Okay, okay. We'll just hose him down, skin him, and dump the rest.
Looks like we'll need the shovel.
Ow!
Hello? Excuse me!
Hey.
Would you mind helping us please?
Sam?
Casey! Thank goodness!
Oh, Sam. Good morning. Or is it good afternoon?
My circuits are tingly and sparkplugs are rattling like fireworks.
Did something weird happen?
Um, where are we?
Oh, thank goodness! You came back for us!
Wait, Sam!
Sorry it's not as comfortable as your lush palace, "Majesty."
But bear with me for now.
Well then, I'm rather busy. I can't spend much more time with you.
I'll ask you again. Where is your son?
You know how much worse I can make things for you.
But you also know why I might show mercy.
- W-What are you babbling about? - Have it your way.
I can take what I want this way.
But there is one small side effect. The process wipes your mind clean.
You'll become a royal vegetable.
You really don't know who I am!
I-It can't be!
I never thought I'd see you again.
Perhaps this will make it easier to speak, Father.
Let's get him outta that skin and into the ground.
Want the honors?
I wasn't gonna take 'em off when he was alive.
How do you pop the hood?
- No good. Engine's gotta be on. - Well, turn it on!
What the hell is this?
Something goes in there.
- Hitting it won't make it work! - Shut yer hole, moron!
- Something popped up. - Can't you read, dumb ass?
Um, "Sestym narmol. Plus start."
- What a pain! - Just press buttons!
Hot hot hot!
It hurts bad!
Syrena, see to them.
Sorry. Them stupid sons really are useless.
I'll skin them too one day.
I ain't wearing them neither.
Don't know where she gets that from.
Maybe her pa.
Well, let's be done with it.
Dearest Father. Feeble Dad.
Considering you left Mother and I...
...maybe your brains should be turned into pudding.
Was my birth so long ago that you'd forgotten?
Did I not bow and scrape enough as your prince?
Have you erased me from your memory?
I was the first of your flesh!
All that you and all the heirs to the house of Bulgher have built...
This kingdom of yours was meant to be my legacy!
Yet you banished Mother and me.
And chose that Kelby whelp as your heir!
Father...
All those years in the wilderness while you spoiled that dainty brat.
I don't know how you've kept this from him as long as you have.
But I swear on Mother...
...my disinheritance will not go unavenged!
- Damn it! - Just break!
Excuse me, but will you explain the rules of this game?
My circuits are ringing.
Casey! Thank goodness! You're awake!
I think we'll be asleep again soon.
Hurry, Prince. Valdor is a day away.
Yes, Odin. I'm well aware.
Whatever laid waste to Botica may be seeking us out.
Who did that?
My guess is the kingdom of Kalah.
Kalah? Please.
They control golems and magic. You saw what they did to our army.
Isn't magic extinct?
You're right, Prince.
In any case, let's hurry to Valdor.
Only they can help us to Gara's Keep in these circumstances.
They've long been friends to the house of Bulgher.
Open up!
What are you doing?
Use this to get the tires off.
Oh, thanks, Syrena!
Hell yeah!
Hey, pull it more.
You knuckleheads!
- How can you be this dumb? - Excuse me!
Hey!
Can't you do anything right?
Crazy mom! Dumb brothers! Pervert cowboy with laid-back robot friends!
I'm sick of them all!
Are you okay, Syrena? Oh, have you seen Philly?
- Hold up! - No way!
I'd rather avoid more overloads till my next upgrade!
Why is Syrena angry?
Sam, it'll be bad if we don't run.
You're acting spooked like people. It doesn't hurt when you get shot!
Sam, wait! This way?
Sure!
No one's gonna complain over bullet holes in scrap metal.
You'd shoot friends, Syrena?
Friends? The wasteland ain't no place for making friends.
If you wanna know if there's life after death, babe...
...touch my car and find out.
N-No...
Philly!
What? Didn't expect that?
I've heard of this. Guys who are immortal. You're one of them.
Yeah, sadly for you.
It looks like your dear mom wasn't immortal.
But you don't look bothered.
Would you be?
I never did think that cow was my ma, anyway...
Let's call a truce and celebrate.
You can't fool me the same way twice. I can still feel that last death.
That so? Sorry to hear that!
Philly!
Thanks!
I'm sorry to intrude, Philly, but I don't get our friend's behavior...
Not now!
Bessie's running again... Why?
This might explain the problem.
The breakdown was caused by a coin jam? Oh, right!
Those two must've shaken it loose. If we had some more coins...
Casey!
Look!
Great!
Hey! What are you doing?
We're helping!
You trying to kill me?
Shit!
Damn it... What the shit?
Hold up!
Earthquake?
Damn Syrena...
Mama's gonna whup us if we don't break the car down.
I know... Hey! Where'd it go?
Let's play.
Shit...
Wow! Bessie can juggle!
Good girl, Bessie! But don't drop them...
Sorry, you okay?
Take this, you son of a...
Ow...
Casey, it's Philly...
How do I kill you?
Who knows... I'm open to ideas.
That so?
Philly...
S-Sam?
W-What?
What's that?
The hell?
W-What the? What happened here?
Philly!
You guys...
You... You did that with Bessie?
U-Um, it wasn't me this time...
Everything's destroyed. It's horrible.
How'd this happen, Casey?
I don't really get it either...
Whoever did it, this is something else.
I don't know who did what, but it looks like Bessie's running.
Thus, Philly, grateful for our help, gladly took us to Gara's Keep!
- All's well that ends well. - In your dreams, rust bucket!
Thank you all for your help!
Sam, it's dangerous to stand.
Wanna hear my dream?
I wanna drop you off! Not at the next town, at the next cliff!
If the cliff overlooks Gara's Keep, that would be great, thanks!
Ow... Did ya see that thing? What the hell was that?
Whatever it was, it could fry a Blitzraider up for lunch!
Let's capture it and sell it!
To think we'd get rid of Mama and make a fortune the same day.
Bonus!
Excellency.
Blitzraiders picked up a firefight off the old Deathmarch Highway.
By the time they arrived, the bots were gone.
They have a driver... The Blitzraiders collected this.
The friendship bot will lead us to Prince Kelby. But she isn't alone.
You are my personal assassin, aren't you?
You know what to do.