A chomper flies over Kon's head, taking out a turret. Slobo grins at his old friend.
"Thanks fer the ego boost, pal. But I don't need ya powerless ta know I'm better 'an ya." The grin grew wider as Slobo's mind began to work. "Alright, team, all bets're off. Morphey, take over guardin' geek girl." He looked around, at the turrets, the chompers, and their general situation.
"Alright, ya little punk. Ya can adapt. Awesome fer ya, compy. Lesse how ya adapt ta dyin'." With that, he jumped into the chompers, allowing them to break themselves down on his skin, throwing peices at remaining turrets.
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"Thanks fer the ego boost, pal. But I don't need ya powerless ta know I'm better 'an ya." The grin grew wider as Slobo's mind began to work. "Alright, team, all bets're off. Morphey, take over guardin' geek girl." He looked around, at the turrets, the chompers, and their general situation.
"Alright, ya little punk. Ya can adapt. Awesome fer ya, compy. Lesse how ya adapt ta dyin'." With that, he jumped into the chompers, allowing them to break themselves down on his skin, throwing peices at remaining turrets.
"THEY'RE PLAYIN' OUR SONG, HAL! LET'S FRAGGIN' DANCE!"