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Benny "Pussycat! Ain't this platinum? Had I known, I woulda baked a cake! That last turn we took is an 18 karat memory, baby. It's all that's been keeping me warm at night, stuck where I am."
Rhodane "You were amazing."
Benny "Don't I know it! Too bad a conjugal visit here isn't practical... Down to brass tacks. How'd your meet and greet with Baldie go?"
Rhodane "He gave me the Platinum Chip."
Benny "Sure, Baldie wants you to go down in the bunker and destroy whatever Mr. House stashed there. You don't want to do that, baby. Whatever's down in that bunker is the key to the city called Vegas. So here's what you do... You go down there and use the Chip to do whatever Mr. House woulda wanted you to do. And when you get back to the Strip, you find Yes Man. I made it so that cat can't help but be helpful, dig?"
Rhodane "I want to know more about you."
Benny "I'm the most interesting person I know."
Rhodane "Was your tribe always called the Chairmen?"
Benny "Nah, in the way-back we called ourselves the Boot Riders. Silly name, but that's how we rode the Mojave, dig? - on our feet. We were nomadic badasses, not to be trifled with. A gang of ruffians, though with a certain panache. When House gave us the Tops to renovate, his robots dropped off boxes full of suits and ties and wingtip shoes. Told us we were the "Chairmen" now. That caused an uproar. But I said "the name sticks." Ciao to the old ways, baby - time to swing in style. If the shoes fit, you wear them."
Rhodane "How long were you the head of the family?"
Benny "Seven years. Took over three days after Mr. House introduced himself. Our chief at the time, mountain of a guy named Bingo, wanted to stay nomadic. I disagreed, so he challenged me to the knife. He looked so surprised when I stuck that knife in his neck. Thought he was so tough, but he was so slow. That's how I made chief. It's how things were back then."
Rhodane "How did Mr. House introduce himself?"
Benny "We were east of Vegas when the first Securitron we ever saw rolled up on us. We junked it in a minute flat. The next day twenty roll up. So we listened. Said we'd been selected. Vegas needed us to defend it. In exchange, we'd get cushy digs, full stomachs, medical treatment. Everything a nomad never gets, in other words. Most of the tribe thought we should say no. I thought it was the best idea ever."
Rhodane "What happened after you fled the Tops?"
Benny "I prefer the term "relocated." It took every Stealth Boy I had to cross the river at Cottonwood Cove. That was a close shave, riding a boat full of Legion boys. Once I was across, I changed into a uniform I swiped off a dead Legionary outside Nelson. Tried to sneak into the bunker, but that didn't work out. They found the Chip. I wasn't gonna tell them what it was used for, but... let's just say they were persuasive."
Rhodane "Tell me about the factions that want to rule Vegas."
Benny "Which greedy overlord do you want to start with?"
Rhodane "Why shouldn't Mr. House run Vegas?"
Benny "Mr. House hides Vegas under his skirt when the bombs fall a thousand years ago, so it belongs to him? Forever? You buy that? Baby, every boss has a line to explain why he's special, why everyone gotta do what he says. Just figuring that out? Vegas gotta swing, baby, gotta have pizzazz. Respect where due, but that old man is square to the core."
Rhodane "Tell me about the Three Families."
Benny "The Chairmen are true blue. The Omertas are degenerates - never trust them. Or the White Gloves - just something creepy about them. Set it up right, and the families will roll with your caper. You might have to do some convincing."
Rhodane "What's so bad about the NCR?"
Benny "Ain't we covered this? The only thing not bad about them is they ain't Legion. The NCR's the biggest gang of thieves in the Mojave, only difference is they pass laws to make their crimes legal before they commit them."
Rhodane "You think Caesar would destroy the Strip?"
Benny "Nah, just spruce it up with a crucifixion here and there. Come closer so I can step on you. The Legion is twisted, baby - original losers worshipping the king of creeps like he's some kind of god. They're worse than roaches. My advice? Put on your stomping shoes."
Rhodane "What if my choice is none of the above?"
Benny "Now you're talking! That's the ring-a-ding move, baby. First base is whatever Mr. House would have you do. Follow orders, rig the game to his specifications. Then when he ain't looking, you knock him out of the running and find a way to take control of those Securitrons of his. Go see Yes Man."
Rhodane "Caesar says I get to decide how you die."
Benny "Try not to smile so wide, baby. You might break your mouth. Yeah, Baldie said you'd get to decide. Which way are you leaning?"
Rhodane "Dou you have a preference?"
Benny "Yeah, to die in my sleep at a ripe old age after a marathon session of hey-hey with thirty sex-starved broads. You'll set that up? Look, I ain't a harbor for illusions. I ain't expecting to get out of this shin-dig alive. That's why I'm trying to hand you my scheme, baby. It's called having a legacy."
Rhodane "Crucifixion is an option."
Benny "Yeah, real popular around here. It's a crowd pleaser."
Rhodane "Maybe we should face each other in the arena, fair and square."
Benny "You'd do that for me, baby! Don't tease if you don't mean it."

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Benny "Pussycat! Ain't this platinum? Had I known, I woulda baked a cake! That last turn we took is an 18 karat memory, baby. It's all that's been keeping me warm at night, stuck where I am."
Rhodane "You were amazing."
Benny "Don't I know it! Too bad a conjugal visit here isn't practical... Down to brass tacks. How'd your meet and greet with Baldie go?"
Rhodane "He gave me the Platinum Chip."
Benny "Sure, Baldie wants you to go down in the bunker and destroy whatever Mr. House stashed there. You don't want to do that, baby. Whatever's down in that bunker is the key to the city called Vegas. So here's what you do... You go down there and use the Chip to do whatever Mr. House woulda wanted you to do. And when you get back to the Strip, you find Yes Man. I made it so that cat can't help but be helpful, dig?"
Rhodane "I want to know more about you."
Benny "I'm the most interesting person I know."
Rhodane "Was your tribe always called the Chairmen?"
Benny "Nah, in the way-back we called ourselves the Boot Riders. Silly name, but that's how we rode the Mojave, dig? - on our feet. We were nomadic badasses, not to be trifled with. A gang of ruffians, though with a certain panache. When House gave us the Tops to renovate, his robots dropped off boxes full of suits and ties and wingtip shoes. Told us we were the "Chairmen" now. That caused an uproar. But I said "the name sticks." Ciao to the old ways, baby - time to swing in style. If the shoes fit, you wear them."
Rhodane "How long were you the head of the family?"
Benny "Seven years. Took over three days after Mr. House introduced himself. Our chief at the time, mountain of a guy named Bingo, wanted to stay nomadic. I disagreed, so he challenged me to the knife. He looked so surprised when I stuck that knife in his neck. Thought he was so tough, but he was so slow. That's how I made chief. It's how things were back then."
Rhodane "How did Mr. House introduce himself?"
Benny "We were east of Vegas when the first Securitron we ever saw rolled up on us. We junked it in a minute flat. The next day twenty roll up. So we listened. Said we'd been selected. Vegas needed us to defend it. In exchange, we'd get cushy digs, full stomachs, medical treatment. Everything a nomad never gets, in other words. Most of the tribe thought we should say no. I thought it was the best idea ever."
Rhodane "What happened after you fled the Tops?"
Benny "I prefer the term "relocated." It took every Stealth Boy I had to cross the river at Cottonwood Cove. That was a close shave, riding a boat full of Legion boys. Once I was across, I changed into a uniform I swiped off a dead Legionary outside Nelson. Tried to sneak into the bunker, but that didn't work out. They found the Chip. I wasn't gonna tell them what it was used for, but... let's just say they were persuasive."
Rhodane "Tell me about the factions that want to rule Vegas."
Benny "Which greedy overlord do you want to start with?"
Rhodane "Why shouldn't Mr. House run Vegas?"
Benny "Mr. House hides Vegas under his skirt when the bombs fall a thousand years ago, so it belongs to him? Forever? You buy that? Baby, every boss has a line to explain why he's special, why everyone gotta do what he says. Just figuring that out? Vegas gotta swing, baby, gotta have pizzazz. Respect where due, but that old man is square to the core."
Rhodane "Tell me about the Three Families."
Benny "The Chairmen are true blue. The Omertas are degenerates - never trust them. Or the White Gloves - just something creepy about them. Set it up right, and the families will roll with your caper. You might have to do some convincing."
Rhodane "What's so bad about the NCR?"
Benny "Ain't we covered this? The only thing not bad about them is they ain't Legion. The NCR's the biggest gang of thieves in the Mojave, only difference is they pass laws to make their crimes legal before they commit them."
Rhodane "You think Caesar would destroy the Strip?"
Benny "Nah, just spruce it up with a crucifixion here and there. Come closer so I can step on you. The Legion is twisted, baby - original losers worshipping the king of creeps like he's some kind of god. They're worse than roaches. My advice? Put on your stomping shoes."
Rhodane "What if my choice is none of the above?"
Benny "Now you're talking! That's the ring-a-ding move, baby. First base is whatever Mr. House would have you do. Follow orders, rig the game to his specifications. Then when he ain't looking, you knock him out of the running and find a way to take control of those Securitrons of his. Go see Yes Man."
Rhodane "Caesar says I get to decide how you die."
Benny "Try not to smile so wide, baby. You might break your mouth. Yeah, Baldie said you'd get to decide. Which way are you leaning?"
Rhodane "Dou you have a preference?"
Benny "Yeah, to die in my sleep at a ripe old age after a marathon session of hey-hey with thirty sex-starved broads. You'll set that up? Look, I ain't a harbor for illusions. I ain't expecting to get out of this shin-dig alive. That's why I'm trying to hand you my scheme, baby. It's called having a legacy."
Rhodane "Crucifixion is an option."
Benny "Yeah, real popular around here. It's a crowd pleaser."
Rhodane "Maybe we should face each other in the arena, fair and square."
Benny "You'd do that for me, baby! Don't tease if you don't mean it."