I turned to look up at the garish purple building. “He’s up there? Kind of a conspicious hiding spot, ain’t it? Oh well, ” I sighed, “It’ll be easy to capture him.”

Psycho piped up, “Boss?? Can I use the battering ram on the door?? I wanna smash the door down!! I wanna break stuff!! ” and giggled with evil glee.

I admired his enthusiasm, but based on what the-blob-who-looked-like-my-brother said, it might not be best to shoot first and ask questions later…

“What do you think, Slimy- I mean, Blob? Go in guns blazing, or take a more quiet reproach? Normally I hate asking advice, but you’re the guide here,” I grumbled impatiently.

-Smartass

“You think he cares about hiding?” the Repairman retorted. Knowing the Breaker, he really wouldn’t.

He was beginning to find the idea of a battering ram kind of fun. All that property damage and panic at the sight of you…

He sighed. Even with his sculpted mind, he knew that wouldn’t be the best idea. Besides, a small part of him was shouting “YOU HYPOCRITE” at those thoughts.

“Jes’…jes’ go in quietly,” he finally answered, “But keep our—I mean your guns ready. Jes’ in case, yannow?”

He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. But then, he also kind of hoped it would.