Beneath the Boulder Military Industrial Building.
Looking up at the sky, Killer Dagger stood like a baboon and said with a pained expression,
"Damn it! Why can't I take the plane!"
Standing by his side, All the Good Names Were Taken by Dogs glanced at his hands that resembled excavator shovels and said with a teasing smirk,
"With those two chunks of iron on you, bringing you along means two fewer people can fit. You'd dismantle the plane just scratching your head, so you might as well save it."
Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder.
"That's right, save it."
Killer Dagger said with a pained face,
"I want to take this damn thing off."
He was now starting to understand the pain of Variant players.
Not to mention the ugliness, just the fact that he couldn't use conventional weapons was enough to make him miserable.
