Re: Hannibal Lecture: Otacon
"Oh it's just motherfuckin' wonderful isn't it? Wading through gallons of blood and corpses, I'm having the best fuckin' time of my motherfuckin' life! Yay! AI Goes Mad Shitstorm! This is so Brumak-rapingly fun!"
Damon's tone made everything abundantly clear. The pain in his shoulder had long vanished, thanks to the dermal patch. The blue-eyed Gear's glance, however, kept flickering back and forth from the hallway to the men beside him; his eyes darted around with the nervousness of a hummingbird on stimulants.
Thank fuck I got Other Me and the Doc here...
He rounded the corner before he spotted the two other men.
"Otacon... you alright?" He asked, his pace quickenned as he walked towards the bespectacled genius.
"Snake," he nodded at the bandanna-clad man near Hal. A slight look of... distaste.. was present, but he remained polite. Need every soldier we can get..