Aaaah Butch. I remember him treating my poor character like :bou::bou::bou::bou:. Harassed him all through his formative years well into his teens. Then I remember finally getting control for good and having to escape from the vault. Butch was there, he was crying and screaming about how his mom was being attacked and begged me to save her. I remember going into the room where she was, watching her scream and be eaten by those radroaches, and then I watched her die. I remember dealing with the radroaches, and then picking up her corpse and holding it out in front of me and watching it dangle limply with limbs flailing wildly as I shook it like a mad puppet. I remember carrying it out like this and holding her carcass up in front of Butch's face, and I remember his tears as he wept. I remember dropping her, pulling out my baseball bat and caving Butch's head in and leaving his body next to hers. I remember.
Good times they were. Good times.