>"RADSCORPIONS could be here," he thought, "I've never been in this cave before. RADSCORPIONS could be anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE RADSCORPIONS," he thought. Mark Morgan's soundtrack reverberated the entire cave, making it pulsate even as the Nuka-Cola circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of poisoning after dark. "With some dynamite you can seal any cave you want," he said to himself, out loud.