Wade got back onto his feet, shaking his head like a wet dog. "I'm alright... I'm alright.... oh and now there's three of you." He shook his head again. "You're lucky I-.... No. You're not lucky. Sorry." From his back he took out his patented sword and held it ready for some defensive manuevers. "So who's next on "let's kill the genetically modified tax write off with a wicked case of dermatitus?"