"I will not get down on dat road," Remy looked indignant, smoothing down his longcoat. "Do you know how much it is to dry clean one of dese?!" He looked around him, popping his neck and shaking his head. "I know, you'd think they were doing some serious compensation wit' dem. Better dan de dog ones. Time to have some fun, mon ami." He lunged a feint at the nearest gunmen, only to throw out an arc of cards that tapped and blew up on the drones.