“Shotgun, modified to carry physical ammo, a corrosive fluid within, a mild flammability to the liquid can also allow for a quick flame wall if needed.” Asphalt replied.
“Then wouldn’t be a shame if there was a misfire in your general direction?”
“I would still be able to end you before my systems shut down.”
“Big words for someone with a bunch of holes in their head.”
“Holes that only affected my emotional, and logical processors! Now I can more easily kill you!”
Bob jumps between the two.
“Again, let’s not.”
“That, or it’s an easier trip to the brain module.”
“Save it for Nova, guys,” Bob requests.
“It’s just practice for the real thing.” Fury replied.
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Bob says nothing, keeping between Asphalt and Fury.
Pete watched, his guns trained on fury and asphalt just in case
Razorwing, Bootleg, and Doohickey were still with Dynamo.
Bob was trying to calm things down between Fury and Asphalt.
“Which there is no chance of me allowing you to put me in! If I was to allow you to meddle with my brain you’d probably leave me as big of a simpering buffoon as yourself!” Asphalt casually replied, his stance lax despite his visibly weaponized arm.
“Would you shut up?” Bob asks Asphalt.
“You obviously misunderstood the intent of my statement, which is not suprising considering the holes in your head.”
“And why should I listen to you, one who’s head is obviously as hollow as his function!” Asphalt yelled back at Bob as he grinned.
Bob growls.
“Just so you know, I’m with the lady on this,” he informs Asphalt. “I just don’t want to see you two kill each other.”
“and I thought repeat was bad,” muttered pete
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"You have no idea, " Ironclad says as he walks into the bar.
“Freakshow here a bit of a nut.” Fury affirmed.