By this point the last two members of our party had arrived. An alcoholic adept that dumped as many point as she could into agility, gymnastics(jumping), and the adept jump power. She uses 15 dice to determine her max jump. The other new member is a semi-retired, Russian, uncouth dwarven plumber. He only speaks Russian, which half the team doesn't. He does, however, have a custom language skill: Language(Swearing). We made a list of one hundred (mostly) swear words. he chooses a language and rolls percentage whenever he wants and proceeds to spew a stream of invectives as long as the number of dice rolls he decided to do. As a plumber, his preferred weapons are a pair of oversized pipe wrenches. As the face, I decided to only take some of the party to meet our new contact for the courier intercept job. Zus, the dwarf, being uncouth is not exactly a first choice for this retinue. He then decides to go off and do his own thing. This means randomly wandering the city, calling for a percentage roll from our awesome GM. Zus rolls a five, landing him in a brothel. He then asks for a reroll and gets a four. The brothel is for gay male clients. Being the fine dwarf he is he swears ("TOOTHPASTE FLOOZY") and does heel face turn to the exit. First thing he sees upon returning to the light of day is an attractive woman. He asks for bust size and is told to roll percentage again. He rolls a 48, a little below average. Uninterested, Zus continues on his merry way looking for a small mammal to kick. The mission specs are broadcast to the party as a whole as he comes across a small dog. Ignoring the vital data for the moment he proceeds to kick the dog. Zus has strength seven and rolled three hits. The dog is kicked so hard it spun 180 degrees. This was cheered by Zus with a cry of, "Yeah! Okay! Jizz!"