Just as Sal had been prepared to make his way down Jazz's arm, intent on reaching the base of one of his canons and detaching it. It seemed like a pretty straightforward, albeit dangerous, plan, but he was willing to trust in his limbs to get him there in once piece.
But Jazz started going berserk. Sal found himself nailing his arms around the giant 'man's' arms as he began yelling: "You want a piece of me!"
Sal, who really didn't want a piece of Jazz at the moment, just stayed quiet and hoped against hope that whatever nightmare Jazz was having would quickly die. But that would not be the case, as the metal man's eyes open wide and bloody red.
You've gotta be fucking kidding me Sal thought as he held tight to the backside of Jazz's arm, hoping that he wouldn't notice him there.