He was sick and tired of waiting around for his platinum chip to be delivered so he decided to get up and get it on his own.

I am Robert House, and I'm here to ask you a question.
Is a man not entitled to the caps of his pocket?
"No," says the man in the headquarters, "it belongs to the settlers."
"No," says the zealot in the Nucleus, "it belongs to Atom above."
"No," says the ghoul in Goodneighbor, "it belongs to everyone."
I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible.
I chose… West Virginia.
A city where Vault dwellers can kill each other; where the people can kill mutated animals and people whenever they like; where humans would not be constrained by supermutants!
And with the bullet of your guns, West Virginia can become your city as well.
(just tell me if i am wrong on some parts…)