"The worst," Whirl agrees. Stroke his ego, why don't you!
"Besides, fresh air's supposed to be good for convalescence, right?" Or something. See? He's just trying to help!
His next brilliant comment was cut short into a burst of NeoCybex so profane that it defies translation. It's probably also anatomically painful.
Yeah, let's do some math. Sudden shot, out of nowhere, nailing his tailrotor's mount. HUH WHO COULD THIS BE.
Maybe the mech who ironically told HIM not to go shooting important things?
"Hypocrite," he manages, as the rotor gives up and he begins to swing, wildly, toward the ground. He shifts his position, to take most of the weight of the landing on his right shoulder, the velo's manifold yielding with a sickening crunch. You don't fly as crazy as he does without learning how to crash land.
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"Besides, fresh air's supposed to be good for convalescence, right?" Or something. See? He's just trying to help!
His next brilliant comment was cut short into a burst of NeoCybex so profane that it defies translation. It's probably also anatomically painful.
Yeah, let's do some math. Sudden shot, out of nowhere, nailing his tailrotor's mount. HUH WHO COULD THIS BE.
Maybe the mech who ironically told HIM not to go shooting important things?
"Hypocrite," he manages, as the rotor gives up and he begins to swing, wildly, toward the ground. He shifts his position, to take most of the weight of the landing on his right shoulder, the velo's manifold yielding with a sickening crunch. You don't fly as crazy as he does without learning how to crash land.