Fallout 32008

[In Underworld upon approaching Patchwork for the first time]

Patchwork:
Huh? Aah! Jesus Christ! Don't... don't sneak up on me like that. Last fella... last fella to do that damn near lost my arm. You're new here. Yeah. You must be since you're actually talking to... talking to me. I'm Patchwork, but just Patches if you like that. I'm... sh*t. I forget.

Player:
So, you're the town drunk, huh?

Patchwork:
Why, yes. Yes I am. And... proud. Proud of it. I mean, if I weren't, I'd probably just spend... a lot more time... c-cry, cry, crying, you know? Here I am, drunk, falling apart, lit-literally. I lost my damn finger last week. Doc put it back on though. Bless him.

Player:
You're losing parts? Like... body parts?

Patchwork:
Yeah... it happens. Lot, actually... actually. All the time. But I'm getting better... uh, I think. Just keep an eye out for 'em. Well, not my eye. Those ain't never fallen out yet.

Player:
I'll do that.

Patchwork:
Really? Y-you are alright. You should buy me a drink sometime.