This bonus afterthought weird weapon mod adds a tool you can use to cycle through various emotions on different NPCs, and a cacophonous weapon you can use to incapacitate whole love-ins worth of NPCs with the power of irresponsible, in-all-probability-outdoor drug (and don't-forget-the-experimental "music") abuse. The stuff's in the Colonial Taphouse in Diamond City, a bastion of "free" (well... involuntarily subsidized) love.

The "weapons":

• Waven Wawk - Throw this to spawn a "Hero" Jukebox (that's AA-&-MBA-speak for the best-selling model of course) which will dispense colored light and droning darkish ambient instrumental music across the area (for mellowest results, view outdoors at night). Most NPCs will do some random, happening-related animations, and you will too, unless you are sneaking, which spares you from the peer pressure of the party atmosphere. Festival apparatus should disappear when you are far away from the area. Activate the jukebox to turn off its radio, and crouch-activate it to jump time towards night.
  
  

• Emotional Anchor - Swing while looking either directly up or directly down to scroll through different facial emotions (angry, flirty, sad, etc.) for NPCs to express when you hit them at a normal (i.e. head-on) view elevation. Do this while crouched to select through and apply whole-body mood styles (like Sheffield's depressed style).
  

        
Hey Punk, where're you going with that materialist military-industrial-complex Power Armor around your neck? You should totally donate that to the collective.
        
When Professor Goodfeels disappeared from your game, what did you think he was up to, man? Clearly, he retired guru-like to his robo-pharmaceutical spirit-journey yurt and tantric astral workshop to construct and envision, like, a far-out, groovy, psychedelic, perceptual-door-busting experience for, like, the whole world. For free, for love, for understanding, for cooperation in an idealized agrarian utopia.

"Time to forget because flowers are beautiful and the sun's not yellow, it's chicken!"

There's just no need for anybody to FIGHT (effectively) anymore. We're done. We've evolved past evolution. There's no jealousy and no ownership and no relationships anymore, except mine. A new concept of celebrations incorporating those in the human underground, like the Vaults, must emerge. Celebrations we'll share. Celebrations of how conscious and creative we can become before we sell out. Celebrations we'll put together to the turn-on, tune-in, drop-out of whatever new music some individuals among our number can contribute. We'll link all mankind in a New Age of unprecedented spiritual productivity. Our fathers' kind of productivity they dressed up in suits and chased all their lives, that's like not REAL productivity. Things that are manufactured are thrown away, but HUMAN BEINGS, they live like FOREVER, and they carry their stories to everyone and to all mankind, drifting around for miles and miles and miles.  We can just have, like, a massive Be-In. Our anthropology degrees from Cal have enabled us to organically develop the necessary social technology. It's here right now, in this decade, like the other things. You can "acid test" it, man. Then we'll sell it at the Free Store and inject it at the Free Clinic. It's like what all our San Francisco Girls have been forced to call "dogfooding" now, but like slightly more cultural, back-to-the-land, Eastern, and really unique and enlightening and transcendental. Be honest, I don't know if we're going back to San Francisco next Summer, like really back to San Francisco to Fall-out of polite society, cause they told us to stay away from that setting because we've been there, you know, those fascist Hubologists and those computer-worshippers, cause we didn't wear enough tin-foil in our hair? We're gonna bring the revolution to where some other unlucky people live, you know, fair-trade like, because rents have gotten really high here too close to the Golden Gate Bridge, and we aren't allowed in the parks anymore, and they've got like, all these mandatory-3D-graphics ordinances. They just don't understand our movement. That's okay. They'll die off eventually, and in the meantime we can read and change the emotions of their next generation. Then we'll run for elected office so we can take the fight to the Establishment by "JUST BE"-ING the Establishment. Then WE'll own the Establishment, and some cool other things, so maybe we'll have to rethink that whole anti-property bag after we write those new ordinances WE want to write, you know?