"Do my bloodshot eyes deceive me? Either the dementia's kicking in, or I'm seeing double! Double trouble, rust and rubble! Put her there, me!"
Doom stared at the marine's blood-soaked, torn-to-hell hand, and then back up at the dopey, earnest smile beaming at him.
"Another lunatic for the circus. Nice to meet you." He took the man's hand in his own, and received an overly enthusiastic, crushingly firm handshake at the marine's mercy.
Doom regained his balance as the marine once again stood on edge, holding his shotgun to his chest as he scanned the area around them. "Gotta be careful around these guys. Imp'll give you a non-consensual heat-based waxing solution! Trust me, they are NOT professionals!"
"And we are?" Doom asked, readying his Plasma Gun and joining the marine in his hunt down the hall. "A bit messy to be professional...but effective."
"That's the spirit, gloomy me! Now get to steppin' cowboy, we've got varmints to wrangle!"
They're charming in their own right.
"Do my bloodshot eyes deceive me? Either the dementia's kicking in, or I'm seeing double! Double trouble, rust and rubble! Put her there, me!" Doom stared at the marine's blood-soaked, torn-to-hell hand, and then back up at the dopey, earnest smile beaming at him. "Another lunatic for the circus. Nice to meet you." He took the man's hand in his own, and received an overly enthusiastic, crushingly firm handshake at the marine's mercy. Doom regained his balance as the marine once again stood on edge, holding his shotgun to his chest as he scanned the area around them. "Gotta be careful around these guys. Imp'll give you a non-consensual heat-based waxing solution! Trust me, they are NOT professionals!" "And we are?" Doom asked, readying his Plasma Gun and joining the marine in his hunt down the hall. "A bit messy to be professional...but effective." "That's the spirit, gloomy me! Now get to steppin' cowboy, we've got varmints to wrangle!" They're charming in their own right.